Life's the longest distance between two points: Doggy-paddling through the present backwards Understanding words already spoken Right hand on the wheel, torso twisted (As in standard reversal procedure), Looking out the back, advancing slowly, Careering backwards down the motorway: We see ourselves in car windscreens becoming Reflections of ourselves in passers-by. Decode the numberplates, look out the sides For chaos, chance and consciousness to coincide And tell us that we haven't missed our turn, Forever facing where we can't return.