Ode To This Confusion Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Serotonin lapsing with dyspraxia
Dyslexic entwined
With no recollection
Of why things are
Dormant in silent chaos


So much effort
Working on
What may be easy
For many
Some, who know
What is really going on?


Laden in thoughts
At times
Befuddled within myself
In space
Traveling to
all the outer realms
Never seen
Maybe a curse
Or somehow a gift?
Disillusioned illusions
Realist persuasions


No idea
But I never tried
To be any different
It is what it is


Judge me to my raw
I will be happy
To disappoint again
I never want to
Prove the size of this ego
Or I would lose myself
Just to watch time go by
Or have I done so already?


Ode to this confusion
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