Confusion

It is when time stagnates and the air gets heavy  
that nonsense becomes master of my mind
I try my best to keep it steady
I then attempt to wiggle myself out of the bind
 
Confusion is my ordeal
 
As I navigate through this fascinating voyage called existence
I travel through a myriad of obscure challenges
I can say without a doubt that my goals are at a distance
fate presents no opportunity, and very little advantages
 
Confusion is my nemesis
 
I often assume that signs will materialize out of nothing
Just a common superstition to fill the void
You might say life in its twisted way, is bluffing
Negotiating vanishing turn - I’m a bit annoyed  
 
Confusion is my Hope
 
Pretending that I am in control is patently absurd
But then again absurdity is a hidden power
My unrealistic attempt to follow the lines is blurred
Down the drain goes my will - the impulse is to cower
 
Confusion is my weakness
 
On another note, slightly more upbeat than my short  tirade
One thing comes to mind, Jack the gentlemen is on board
In the absence of answers, the whisky bottle is the Band-Aid
Sipping sporadically ‘till the confidence is restored
 
Confusion is my beverage