And

No one knows where to go.
No one in the world.
In the old days, it was up or down
Now it's sideways
and backwards
and through
and around
and under.
And no one has any clue as to what's the best way.
And no one knows where the hell to look
And we all wonder where our lovers are
We all wonder where the time has gone
And we all fly someone else's airplane
and it only goes under
We forget that the elevator goes up
and the bicycle goes sideways
And we realize we want the bicycle,
but the airplane is cozy
And who would give that up?
So we watch the bicycle
as we dip under
and under
and we never go through
and we never find lovers who go sideways
And we never go around
and we never learn about the latter.
And we pout in our planes.
And we remain below.
And we'll never know.
Only below.