If I squint with one eye while standing on my head, I can see it working.
If I turn my heart inside out and upside in, it doesn't look too bad a step to take.
If I wrap my hopes in bubble wrap and lead and drop them behind the couch with yesterday
and that one time at band-camp, it makes some sense.
If I look at it straight on from the good side of a bottle of something medicinal, it falls sideways showing me what it wants, hiding behind its junk.
But if I look at it right now, I know it's not for me.
It's a mistake not worth learning from.
A chapter best not researched nor written.