What if I only walked on my hands,
My head turned upside down,
My frown will turn,
Into a beautiful smile,
And my nose like a ship,
Blowing steam on a frosty sky.
My flowing hair would sweep the floor,
Like a brush made of hay.
And then maybe I can get a different view,
Focus on matters less trivial,
Get a different perspective.
And maybe one day may get to think,
That we humans don't belong to the zoo.
