The Old Friend, Confusion

I sit in a chair, with confusion
But confusion is an old guest
Who stops by from time to time
Hes not happy, nor is he sad
He isn't here, nor is he there
He sits with me while I eat my food
He sits with me when Im inside
He sits wiht me when Im outside
He watches me as I watch them
Not knowing, but knowing it all
This confusion is an old friend
Because he has been with me before
But at this time
Confusion is more than an old friend
More than doubt
More than bliss
More than pain
He exists, niether sad nor happy
Just there, waiting
He asks the questions
With no answeres
Is this it?
Is this my life?
Is this what I am?
Is this who I am?
And the questions have no answers
Because they aren't alive
And they aren't dead
They are trees
Standing there
Alone
Who can answer these questions?
I don't know
I just know an old friend
Named confusion.
Who stops by from time to time