Wading Through the Muddle

Life can be confusing

Yet amusing with its' charm,

Quietly bemusing

Seeking shelter from alarm.

Wading through the muddle

The befuddlement creates,

Gives us cause to take a pause

Until our ire abates.

It's not complicated, agitated

As we are.

Answers come to those who ask.

They're held up from afar.

Always there for those who choose

To take the longer view.

Footpaths, ever-widening,

Open to the avenue.