confusion

Life just brings confusion sometimes,
I think one thing is one thing,
And then it is something else,
Reality can be relative,
Reality can be unreal,
I wish that reality would be steady,
Like a steady river flowing or a steady gallop,
I wish the beat would make sense and the lyrics were intense and instrumental,
Life brings thoughts of something better,
Being low makes for room to grow,
and we all do it at one time or another,
Even thoughts are relative because sometimes they don't make sense,
Sometimes they intertwine and go into each other,
No distinguishing features, Now true blend,
The problems with my insecurity and emotional problems,
Makes it hard for me to stay focused,
Feelings are sometimes so intense that I rush to the next,
Without taking a breath!
Common sense seems to miss me,
Commonness is not me I guess,
Unconventional and uncommon!