Reverse Motion

Reverse Motion

Last week I lost most hopes and my senses
I’m a ruthless master of intense non-action
A pilot attempting to fly the plane backward
While the mirror’s out and electronics fogged

What made me realize nothing is working?
Nature no longer acts natural
Intelligence grows more artificial
And I’m half gone
I don’t know where, there?

Looked up my old tracks on this map app
The program’s clearly been hacked
Can’t have stayed in one place
All this damned time

My stately home’s in a fearsome state
Breezes ruffle light tawny waters
Flooding the garage
Someone did mention the land might be sinking

Today I’m ambitious so I’ll fill in some forms
If I walk and my map app advances
I might grab at some future hopes
Maybe it’s time to start plodding forward?