This poem explores the confusion and uncertainty that comes with memory loss and not knowing what is real. It describes forgetting one's own name, the months, and basic facts like coin values. The speaker wonders if they are going crazy and questions what they should do. In the end, the poem suggests that looking past the fog in our minds, when things are right, love is not spite.

1. Confused
How would you feel
If you forgot your own name
Even for a second
Your life’s never the same
An after this point it all goes downhill
Until finally, finally
Your feelings you spill
Am I going crazy
What should I do
How would you know
If it was July and started to snow
How would you feel
If you forgot every time
That a nickel is 5
And ten’s the dime
Love is spite
When all is not right
And hate changed to love
By guides from above
The meaning is hazy
We’re all going crazy
That’s no excuse
For a meanings obtuse
When looked at all wrong
That’s the end of my song
But before our minds clog
Look through the fog
To see that when all is right
Love is not spite