I Study Confusion On My Own Poem by Richard Jarboe

Standing at the crossroads, thinking east or west
Thinking 'bout the crossroads and which road's best,
It can happen when you roam,
I study confusion on my own.

From where I sit, I haven't got a clue,
Take a look, I'm sitting on a mule,
And when it comes time to atone,
I study confusion on my own.

For the most part I don't know,
For the most part I never did,
For the most part I've been confused,
Ever since I was a kid.

Standing at the crossroads split up north or south,
No clear picture 'bout what it's all about,
It's beyond my telephone,
I study confusion on my own.