Twisted Knotted and Confused

Twisted, knotted, and confused like wires behind a desk
Faulty bedroom lamp cords, or a nervous child's request
Difficult to ascertain, exactly what's in store
Twisted, knotted, and confused like so many times before
I woke up once, the morning breathed a cool refreshing breath
All at once I felt alive, much further from my death
Than all those years ago when life was slow and oh so bare
I woke up once the morning breathed and someone else was there

Twisted knotted and confused like a train wreck after dark
Or some lost forgotten kite string now abandoned in the park
Difficult to straighten out these scattered scraps of rhyme
Twisted knotted and confused like so many other times
I woke up once the morning coughed its smokey clogged refrains
Through foggy dirty windows and stopped up bathroom drains
Every hour a curtain call, I thought the play was through
I woke up once, the morning coughed, but then I read act two

Twisted knotted and confused like a shell shocked soldier's mind
Or a senile old magician's rope once meant to falsely bind
Impossible to free up tangled years and fraying strands
Especially with sore and stiffened wrinkled trembling hands
I woke up once, the morning slept, silent and at peace
I smiled a soft contented smile to know I'd found release
I wandered through a busy house, the walls were strangely bare
Then realized with aging eyes, I wasn't even there

Twisted knotted and confused no more, it all dissolved
No fears of cancer, climate change, or issues unresolved
Relaxed and in an elemental state of no remorse
One twisted knotted and confused, life has run its course