You know
You see people 
Stand
You see them 
Fall
You see them 
Staggering
In this way
And that 
Wandering and wobbling
Trying to find
Their way home
And they walk 
With a blinkered
Stare
Not knowing 
Which way is up
So they try 
The ski slopes
The bunji jumps
Turn themselves
Inside and out
Play at dizzy
Play at the Waltzers 
And they spin
The cars
Or the cards
And wonder 
When they come out
Which way is up
And none of them
See
That it doesn't really
Matter
Every way
Is up
Every way is
Down
Because the floor wobbles
And learning to balance
When everything else
Seems to crumble
Is all you ever
Have to do
Amongst the noise
Of whiteness
Which tries its best
At every 
Opportunity
To drag you down
When
Like colossus 
All you ever 
Needed to do 
Was 
To see
Straight