Thoughts of Poetry

Confusion

This time I feel something new
Something I've never truly understood
And for once, I don't feel blue-
This feeling though, hides under an unclear hood
Smiling a rather crazy grin
As if it knows it's to win.
When you see it, you know it's won,
But how could that be when you've just met?
What could it have possibly done?
Maybe some kind of miraculous bet?
How did it with no one to bet against?
Or perhaps this thing is as crazy as it's grin-
On a scale? A full ten of ten-
What sort of battle commenced
When it was won by only sight?
But how do I win against this creature?
Simply turn out he light,
And watch it disappear.

You ask, is this an illusion?
No, it's something even more;
It's name of course, is confusion.