Tough times upon us
Like seasoned leather sat in the sun
Times ahead loaded with questions
Are they real or are they fake
Dreams utterly absurd
Yet there none the less

Going forward
So you think
All reversed
No way up
No way down
Yet decipetion moves you on

Things once gain are now lost
You think you can but just no steam
Bolts a popin but no brass
Not a stove pipe
Not a jam
Down range blank
You think you know but yet you don't
Mechanisms gone, buttons and all

Going forward
So you think
All reversed
No way up
No way down
Yet decipetion moves you on

Which way to go
You think you know
Sadly there is no transfer ticket
The city now seems at a loss
No way to get there
So there is no way back
You ponder and wonder seeking a path
All directions seem possible
Just vines and ivy as far as sight can see

Going forward
So you think
All reversed
No way up
No way down
Yet decipetion moves you on

Ensnared in the depths of the unknown
Yet a challenge to surpass like many of past
Moving forward yet not quite
Seeking the light in depths of who know's what
North is north and south is south
More thicket to clear
You just keep pushing on
But no end in sight

Going forward
So you think
All reversed
No way up
No way down
Yet decipetion moves you on

A flash and a bang
The clearing ahead is all you envision
Warmth of the sun to set you free
To bask in it's heat
All days of days in recent time past
You trod and you plod
Through grime and all mud
The sounds of the city
All just beyond