Life in Reverse

Sigh. One month and two days later, she revisits her blog. "Hello blog, it's been a while."

So I found this poem I wrote a couple of years ago. I can't remember what inspired it, but I think I was somewhat distracted.

My life is in reverse.
Breakfast tastes better at night.
My dreams grow under the sunlight.
Like a flower, they open up.
I am in constant reverie.

Rest becomes a burden,
Seeking pleasure a pain,
I am caught in a trance,
Laughing, scowling,
I know not which to hate.