? ? ? Poem by Sally Walker

Confusion
What is it?
The result of having no wit?
Replies come with
Questioning
The effect of confusion
But not necessarily the conclusion
Because the effect of a question may cause more
Making the problems double, spreading as easily as bubbles
How did this become so complicated?
Well the person you asked for an answer from,
They didn't give one
Even if they did say something,
It didn't fit your understanding
It didn't have reasoning behind it because if you asked for a different explanation
Their response would begin to reflect yours
One confused mind opens new doors of options to search for an answer from
There's always a lack of comprehension
We only know things on a surface level
There is rarely depth to our knowledge
This infectious disease of curiosity has no true answer
Right and wrong are based on what we are told or what we have seen
But the world is inconsistent
To assume that the answer will remain the same would be unintelligent
But we need answers
Without them,
The fragile ego of humankind would be broken
We love to be right
Our made up answers are our only solution
Perhaps they are improper or secretly incorrect
But they are just a topper
Stopping all the confusion from the unknown