Confusing confusion

Defeat disparity disillusioned

Completely incased in my imagination

Anger deceit, a pathological erg to be loosened

All my art formed in a compilation

Art is more than just page and pen

It proceeds beyond you and I

But forever our ethereal souls will try

To learn more about art and where is the end

Music laced with wonder and euphoria

As though it were plucked from the abyss

Originating from somewhere inside dysphoria

The pain from joy and misery would be amiss

Lines upon lines of a misguided attempt

To try and bring people to the understanding

That this world is not exempt

From the judgement that is upstanding

This world is not long, for us nor it

But we cling to it blood tears and sweat

Not seeing the truth you must admit

It might have something to do with the internet

We spend our lives Chasing websites

Fumbling over social interactions

Instead of hi and hello we start fights

I know that's not always the case but it is an attraction

That people will flock to a mislead notion

That we would feed that backstabbing emotion

And smile when it's our turn to stand up

Knowing full well our backs are targets

But we are in an illusion without backup

We jump anyway no trust long gone with no harness

I sit before you today in a confusing confusion

Of where we are going as a human race

Because I don't want to be stuck in disillusion

What I want, what we should all want is freedom and space

From all who oppress disapprove and stress

It would be a better world I must confess

That without those who hate or scare

This world wouldn't be confusing, but fair