So I’ll just wear my glasses
And let my hair air dry
While I walk backwards,
Staring at the world in only my hand held mirror,
I try to adjust to things going the opposite way for a change
Not that it’s a bad thing to get a new perspective
But all I want to do is break out my paints and crayons and glitter
Sit down and put my emotions on the page
Or just make an awful, glittery house
Like I always do
And pray nothing falls right through my hands
Because today, I am a ghost.