Some more confusion.

I know, I know. Confusion. It's so confusing. So, I decided to write a poem about it.

Confusion

By: The Fashioneur

Confusion,

so confusing.

One thing,

the same,

another different,

together the same,

or different.

Everything is everything.

Anything is anything.

Nothing is nothing.

Something is something.

What is everything, 

anything,

nothing,

something,

if everything is confusion.

Everything is confusion.

Anything,

confusion,

nothing,

confusion,

something,

confusion.

All confusion.

It's like the difference between fashion and style.

The difference between an inch and a mile.

The same,

a purse, a purse,

yet so different,

fashion, style.

What is in,

and out,

is in,

and out,

so fast you can't be confused,

then back,

when your done tying your shoes.

Your shoes were out,

and back in,

with the snap of a finger,

and a high lifted chin.

Fashion or style you ask?

Well,

why not both?

I say back.

Yes,

both it can be,

like an apple on a tree,

like a star in the sky,

or a swat and a fly.

Just like a blogger and a blog,

a toad on a log.

Together they can be,

or different,

you see?

Fashion is fashion.

Style is style.

I am a blogger.

This is my blog.