The point of our existence
Is everyday more skewed
Perspective ever changing
But that's just my point of view
Up is down and round about
A dance around the pole
Ribbons tangling constantly
Intertwining as we go
Slippery, sneaky, stealthy
Reality slips my grasp
Dodging, weaving constantly
Impossible to clasp
So life keeps moving day by day
A mystery unbidden
And we must keep contemplating
The meaning ever hidden