In The Balance

Again, I wonder,
Is this a dream
that I am here with my feet in the air
and my head down below,
maybe getting ready to bury it
in the sand.
If it's not a dream, I can't explain
this terrifying topsy turvy world
where everything
hangs in the balance.
Will I ever be the right way up
again, I wonder.
I don't want to have my head
in the clouds,
just five feet four inches
above my feet,
which used to be the norm
for me.
Now I'm like a fly without wings.
And with no suckers
I'm ready to fall
off the ceiling
in this upside down world
where everything
hangs in the balance.
Will it ever be the right way up
again, I wonder.