Threw these blind eyes I see a face staring back at me. No features just an apporition of who I should be. Though just an illusion, it has left me in an unsettled state of confussion. With deaf ears I hear a voice, eager to question if I really have a choice? The dilusion of it all has left me in a state of confussion. Though everything is dead I am very much alive. A choice you ask, no, just a live in a state of confussion. A government torn, people left stranded to morn. Loved ones lost due to a war, with a leader left to scorn. Children left crying while their parents are dieing in the buildings that day. Porpaganda in a state of confussion. He poings the finger at the innocent, when he himself is guilty. The leader of a nation though he is filthy. He sent away millions for his own visions, leaving us all in this dallerious confussion.