Confusion

Who are those people, who are pretty sure
Of what to do and what not to do
Making a choice - just like that
And get on with it - as if nothing

Who are those people, sorted and simple
To make a move, natural and sewed up
Staying the course, without a pause
Things fall in line or break new ground

Who are those people, who take any path
Follow, arrow of time, random and clear
Holding the nerve, in rain and Sun
Careless about next and living the now

Who are those people, confused all the time
Stranded forever on the tree - full of  branches
Finding fruits everywhere, which branch to take
Pluck with eyes and starve the tongue