The Beginning

Lost in confusion, clearly lost in the details and lost in confusion from the first word

From the first step, 

Everything doomed everything encrusted in soiled by fate

There is no thoughtfulness, is no poise, no skepticism

One thousand broken dreams and visions of promise

Blemish in the background of a sunny day, with too much sun for the new ones

 

Happy to hold your hand, though I know not of who

History in 10,000 years, forgot which way to look

There is no best way to handle any given situation, even though there is

But it won't be the best way anyway unless there is also perspicacity