Disoriented by the illusion,
There inlies a state of confusion,
Conversations that come with a cost,
Finding your way, until your lost,
Ignorance & mass confusion,
Windy storm that just blew in,
Solitude and silence is golden,
Daydreams of hopes we're holdin,'
While we wait for tomorrow to come,
Leave & let go of what yesterday has done.

© W. Helin