Confusion sometimes abounds 

Caused quite often by rounds

Of spoken or written patter

Some from hands of chatters



Sometimes we do misinterpret

These words and then forfeit

Further clarification of intent

For we have become blind or bent



Out of shape by what WE have seen

Which was OUR vision, & not of team

And so we gallop along on high horse

For WE are so right in it, of course



And all the while, we've turned aside

What others plainly see, and our ride

Becomes a journey only we can break

If we stop to look, and so do make



A reassessment of things we've seen

And look at them carefully in new beam

Of light which we can easily produce

If only we stand back and introduce



Ourselves to other interpretations

Which our minds can see in fashions

We create by turning blind corners

Around other avenues which horn in



On clearer directions to our goals

And some will bring us newer roles

And allow us quite different vision

Which will tend to end all confusion.



- Tristram