It feels like walking on
the wrong side of the street
to know what I don't want
and the one I want
could rather belong to me
but to the other side of the world.

Sometimes things are so clear,
It's so much easier if I'm out of touch
I won't lend , the evil it might seem,
by chance on my feet standing up.

Like a negative, reversed I see
a simple truth in backlit design
that you'll always mean to me,
nonetheless, that I'm alive.