The conductor.

Confusion is like a stairwell, and there's only up or down

The more we wish for clarity, the more interludes come around

I once took the elevator
From the bottom to the top
It sped so fast
My stomach sunk
Thinking it would not stop

When my two feet touched down with gravity, 
I could not float away,

so walked that moment, and every after day

Confusion is like those crazy clouds, the ones that self destruct

And cause a storm of afterthought, no conductor could conduct.