CONFUSION

Clouded, foggy, my mind wonders,

why in life we make such blunders.

Can anyone know what they want,

and do they find what they have sought?

What do people really look for?

Do we always want some more?

When confusion rules our heart,

do we really do our part?

We give so much of ourselves

In the end we sound our own death knell.

Tired and exhausted we lie down,

Angry and prejudiced, on a little mound.

What did we expect of life,

and what did it turn out to be?

On emotions one has no control.

But we die with a tainted soul.

by, Teja Priyadarshini