How the World Should Work

Driving forward in reverse

Yet asking why I’ve stopped

Climbing up while being down

And wonder: where’s the top?

Try to move by holding back

Is that how I’ll progress?

Or have my actions been for naught

But coping, and regress

Questions, they have haunted me

While reason hides each day

Perhaps I chose a painted path

Pretending it’s the way

Is it time to pause, reflect?

Take a breath, and wait

View it all from high above

…and reevaluate