CRAZED and CONFUSED
It was a tangled mess. It was an important matter, and it required resolution Jumping right in all gung ho, ignoring the hero syndrome illusion
Progress was elusive as if it were buried in the desert deep and there were acres and acres of sand
Trying to find an answer not really knowing the proper question or demand That’s the point of full stop, my frustration soon began
The very day I woke up knowing we, together , were perfect, was the very day she left
From this , What could be the question that serves to fill the hollow soul in my possession? Ironically my desert search uncovers every God forsaken Oasis but rather than cool water , I’d rather drink the sand cuz frenzied moving granules moves one grain closer to my plan, if I could only know which question asked gets me to understand that what I was sure was absolute, turned to dromedary neverland.
Bobby O