Confusion -- Ray Martin
As I meander through the forests of my mind I find
A lot of things and yet not much at all;
Only things I’ve seen before and, gosh, I guess, then more,
So many things I really don’t recall.
It’s all so mixed and jumbled up I don’t know where to start
Or if there is a “start” that should be “where’d”.
And every time I try I find I’m smack dab in the midst
Of something else ‘bout which I never cared.
I guess some day when old and gray I’ll get it figured out
And make it all so linear and tight.
‘Till then I guess I’ll just keep on a’wand’rin’ through the fog,
Then on the day I die I’ll get it right.
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