Nothing is clear or goes straight
Maybe posing a little while before turning left.
Clouds of my confusion looking puffy and soft,
Any wind could blow them away
But watching them moving like many cars on the freeway.
Sometimes confusion linking to illusions
U want to know its source
Mind telling ‘it’s just a myth’, there is no confusion already on a real course.
Simply be in love, once worshipped is your confusion
courage will not be deceived by disillusion.