What am I but confusion?
I do not know what I love
I do not know what I detest.
I find prettiness in the alpine coves,
But I happily destroy them for my joy-fests.
What am I but confusion?
I say I am different because I love
I say I am unique because I care.
But it I who at the slightest whim, picks up the bow.
But it is I who destroys my self, just for the bigger share.
What am I but confusion?
That I say one thing
And do another
I just pretend to care for
This land given to me by my father.
What am I but confusion?
I say I know better.
But do I really do?
Am I not blinded by my greed?
