Inside Out Upside Down

Inside Out   Upside Down

There are times, at least once every day,
when I seem to be turned inside out,
when life itself seems to get in my way.
My mind is cluttered, clouded with doubt.
My decisions have flipped me upside down,
wearing the saddened smile, so out of place
on the painted facade of a circus clown
who stood on his head to draw on his face.

I'm floating in space, caught in a safety net.
Spinning through time, clockworks inside out,
Yet, I'm not out of control for I've no regret
for walking the path of my chosen route.
On a sandy bank,  a fish out of water.
There's a place to park, but it's upside down
a parking meter, but I can't find a quarter
groaning inside, but I can't hear a sound.

I'm stuck at the top of a Ferris wheel
feet dangling, but I'm touching the ground.
My heart is numb, so how is it I feel?
My emotions have turned me upside down.
I keep buying tickets for the roller coaster ride.
Should I get off? Suddenly I'm filled with doubt.
Not yet. I've just had a thought that's inspired!
Soiled laundry is clean when worn inside out.

Unable to move, as though suspended in air
shirt is wrinkled and turned inside out
ignored the label marked 'handle with care
removing the wrinkles is what life's all about.
Because of the decision to give love a chance
The smiles I wore turned into frowns.
Life out of step, but I'm learning to dance.
I can dance to the rhythm, even upside down.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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