Confession of the Confused

Is it the west wind that has come and blown my love away,

Or is it just a passing phase?

I've heard true love never dies,

How come mine is dead and gone a thousand miles?

Years of fantasies and good dreams

Turning out to be a farce or so it seems.

Is it the years that have robbed me out

Or am I yet to fall again?

Time will answer all my doubts,

Until then I'll wait and watch.