Confusion
An eternity spent
Within limbo and enwrapped in one’s mind
Interlocked within the voluptuous and evasive beauty
We are ill
Diseased
Beautiful
And dying
We are confused
But we are not learning
To speak from the mind and then conduct
The first of many motions
Emotional motion
We are speaking
Through physical realms and learning
The words of another

The thoughts of our brother
Were spoken in dreams from before
We had realized what had to be done
But we are happily confused

We are beautifully dazed
We are amazed by the world’s displays
Unsure of how to act
But definite in how to think
Of how to reminisce
Of how to remember

The voluptuous evasive beauty
Has left the physical touch of body
The mind’s representation
Only begins to satisfy the need
To speak to act but not learn

Still confused
But in a daze by the world’s beautiful displays

We are lovesick
And we only want to be healed