Topsy - Turvy
watch the clowns
going up
or is it down
In this labrynth
made of lines
all sense is lost
of depth and time
Impossible angles
do veer off
magical visions
held aloft
A parchment square
upon the wall
reveals the path
careful, don't fall
A journey to
your minds eye
changing angles
smiles arise
is it in
or is it out
that's the question
there's no doubt
Topsy -Turvy
no one sees
the very same
thing as me
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
Topsy - Turvy
watch the clowns
going up
or is it down
In this labrynth
made of lines
all sense is lost
of depth and time
Impossible angles
do veer off
magical visions
held aloft
A parchment square
upon the wall
reveals the path
careful, don't fall
A journey to
your minds eye
changing angles
smiles arise
is it in
or is it out
that's the question
there's no doubt
Topsy -Turvy
no one sees
the very same
thing as me
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