When life has lost

meaning

and everything

seems

slow

and nothing's moving forwards

yet so does the show

the grass blows lagging to the past when it all just looks the same

a kiss played backwards

and a kiss played forwards

are all

and all

the same.

Blowing 

the dreary wind

when it is really just sucking the other way...

And the rain is not there

but when it isn't falling,

it is falling up from the ground

past the trees

into the clouds

where they become the ground

and cloud cotton candy fluff ball whimsy

is really just the soil beneath your feet.

Which must mean the soil is a cloud

making your feet wings

and wings fly

away

apart

down into the sky

and up is really just a place where you can hit the top

But when the top is the bottom

and the bottom is the top

where is there left to flly

with wings which cannot 

bare

to try?

The dog now makes a bubbling noise

the fish a subtle meow

the cat is but a mooing floozy

the cow roars at the sun

the lion cannot bark or whine

but instead chooses to dine

upon the flesh of molded swine

whose voice is just a yelp

in time

where reasoning in a mind

is crime

and living life alive is something

no one's dared to truly try

to fly with feet as wings

and wings as feet

into the cloudy ground

and the dirty clouds

with the rain falling upwards and down 

when down is up and up is down

and life is swirling back around

the sink

and you are near the drain

and sucked out are you with hollow pain

no emotion or pity is felt by your crew

because you are in the past

aren't you?