It’s All Backwards

It’s all backwards.

Turned around, and

Twisted.

Good guys. Bad guys

God, money, power,

Violence,

Greed.

As complicated as the universe itself, and

As simple.

And we don’t see.

Reality, so dimmed by

Our insecurity,

Our fear,

Our desperation for control,

Fragile as it all is.

The front is the back

And the back is the front

And it’s all upside down

And inside out.

Nothing makes any sense

And there can be nothing more to say.

Only the sightless are certain.