I spend my days confused
on all that has gone before
that turns my insides outside-in
making me this crashing bore.
I spend my nights confused
on why I feel such pain
that turns my outsides inside-out
and drives me half-insane.
I have spent some years confused
on what was meant by loving
that turned my ideas upside-down,
too aware that I know nothing.
poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2013