Confusion
In a world of many trees
How can one persist?
In a world of many trees
How does one flower exist?
When so many illusions
Seem like reality
And we are deceived
About what is normality
Who do we become?
And do we eventually succumb
To the pleasures and temptations
That surrounds us
Perhaps that is all there is
That which each of us dedicates ourselves to
And sometimes can never let go
A new world may pass us by
And we would never know
But who really has time
To contemplate such things?
After all
In a world of so many trees to show
Whoever would want one flower to grow
