messy words

The many delusions that makes an illusion is a mess of confusion. The track i lack is a setback as a matter of fact ,I'm laid back. The wall i draw on is against the law, as I fondle and travel the ball. The love I shove is above a flying dove I'm lost but I'm tough. The medicine is a testament of the hesitant life I resonate and take. The bird that flies, cries when it sees its loved one die,but yet he's alive. The way I say what I say is everyday I lay and pray. The poem has a joke about a person who sits alone,I wish I had a clone .