Confused of what it is, Confusion not of mind, Others tell me it's so, But I don't know if it's true. Fearful of it's happening, Don't know what to expect, Afraid of being wrong, Don't know what to do. Where're my affections? Are they still set above? Is it really happening? How can I know it? Could I accept it? Could I let it happen? Am I shutting myself off, From the answer to my prayers? If it were to be, What would happen? What would become if it were true? What could I have to let loose of? What would I have to grasp? What would be the end of? Would it really matter? What could I gain, If I lay down my shield? Would it be better, If I received the arrows? God knows truth, God knows all, But I remain here wondering, Is it a rise, or a fall? Falling hard? Falling fast? Or do I just sit in my abode, Watching the blur go by? Blured because the confusion, Not of mind, but of heart, What is this I'm feeling? Am I feeling it at all? Others tell me it's true, Are they telling me, To face the music, It plays softly? I think I hear the sounds playing, But it seems foreign to me. Is there an interpreter, To tell me its meaning? What's it telling me? What's it want me to know? What's its sweet melody? Will I want to hear it? Will I turn it away, Affirming it's not so? When it's only my denial, Wroughting my confusion? Is that the wind blowing, A message to my heart? Telling me of life, What I'm to endeavor? Is this a leaf blowing? Is it a token? How can I know the meaning, Amongst my confusion? If I grab a bottle, Could I hear it speak? Would it's howling turn to words? Or would I be left unlearned? Oh for this confusion, Is there a cure? Is it true what they say? If so, how can I bear it? Is this the rain coming? What's the rati-tat-tat saying? Has it come to wash away, The soils of my confusion? Is this the seamtress? Can she rid me of my perplexion? Can she cut and snip? To take away my confusion? What're the beavers gnawing? What's the slapping of their tales? Is it to eat away my confusion? Or has it any bearing? The dam they are building? Is it really their home? Or could it possible be, A clog to my confusion? If it were true, And I admitted it, What question will it answer? What would I do with it? Perhaps it's because of this, I close the door to understanding, Rathering to be confused, Than to accept it.