Confused

I’m so confused; don’t know what to choose
should I do it this way, or should I try it that way?
I think I should pray, and ask god for an answer
because maybe he alone can understand why my mind has this cancer
Confusion is a curse or maybe something worst
should I see a shrink, to tell me what to think?
No.
Think I’ll just use this ink and let my feelings out, try to find some solace, try to find some comfort
My mind is imprisoned
serving time for wanting more,
more knowledge, more courage, more out of life
but my wisdom is great, even greater is that of those who came before me
Yes! Maybe that’s my way out, seek guidance, seek inspiration,
from those who came before me and those who are with me
As I serve my time in this mental correctional facility
I do not fret, for I know that freedom I must get
and when I’m free everyone will see me in all my glory and happiness
some may remember me, other may have already forgotten me
for right I’m still serving time for my grave crime
counting the days minute after minute hour after hour
Why? Life shouldn’t have to be this sour
Confusion has me locked up, but confusion can’t hold me forever and that’s one thing I’m not confused about