Pavement between my toes,
Tires dressed in grains of sand,
Which way is the quickest savior?
When insanity is the truth of a backwards land?
and which direction to blue colored grass?
and that sky so vibrant in greens,
Which way to a life that never began,
in a mind of upside down dreams?
Who is to say that I've lost it all?
When traveling in reverse?
If you calculate the way of life,
Your sum remains an inverse.
I followed a path, a bumpy brick road,
I stumbled upon some strife,
But what better way to get over it all,
than leading a retrograde life?
Entangled in my locks of blue,
These eyes of sparkling red,
and which way to sanity you say?
ha! I think I'd rather be dead!