I am confused, and at times there is nothing I am more sure about.
Was this a mirage, was it a futile trace of my dreams.
Was it the birth of new thoughts,
Or was it the happiness of life?

I am Confused, yet at times there is nothing i feel more sure about.
A day today, another day tomorrow.
everyday is a random hazy collection of memories,
every single day is the trip to make it all right.