Confusion

This spitful life that's shines with lies

It's passing quick, no black outlines.

Creating nauseating pictures before one's eyes,

Giving one's hope, than stealling their vibes.

Insisting on moving forward,

Nicely giving a chance for tomorrow,

But tomorrow's filled with sorrow

And yesterday just can't be borrowed.

One wakes one day completly naked

In the eyes of vicious hunters,

Emerging into visions, faded

Trying to escape the rattle.

It could be coincidental, could be fate

The world keeps pushing forward still.

To pursue eternal happiness, quite late,

But nonetheless sealing the deal.