you learn to live in the inversion
what ese can you do?
there is nothing to grip
to pull yourself up
you just slide back down
it's a backwards world
or is it a mirror?
I don't know if there's a difference
the result is the same
it's the end of the game
point me to the elevator
I want off this merry-go-round
this clown world
this fool's paradise
and the ship of fools left long ago
stuck on red
gravity holds me down
no momentum
no friction
to propel me back up
the clock's hands are broken
like a fractured mind
stuck in a dream land
in each moment
that stretches forward and backwards
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