Confused

Confused as the direction of the wind that blows.

Wanting to know why things must be done,

Even though the result may be dumb.

I pray for clarity,

Only to recieve ideas through polarity.

Why must decisions be so hard,

When some are dealt just like cards?

We do not pick the way we start our lives,

But we do need to use others as a guide.

I let my guide take me through my life as it dies,

For I float on by through the way of its tide.

A tide know for love and reconciliation.

I put my guide on faith,

A faith that God has bestowed.

He is a guardian angel of mine.

He is my slayer of confusion and makes me be fine.