Inspired by Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell.

Rows and floes of angel hair, familiars in the grandmother’s chair, and marsh birds

she painted everywhere, I’ve looked at clouds that way.

But now they only block the sun, a dim procession for everyone, with un-solid

candles, to dip the thumb, we must now end the day.

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down and still somehow, it’s

cloud illusions I recall, I really don’t know clouds at all.

Unlearning ageing deals she sealed, that booms with corridors I can walk through

still, the place where fairy tales came real, I’ve looked at love that way.

But now to drag the bleeding toes that leave ‘em laughing when you go, and if you

care, don’t let them know, Don’t give yourself away.

I’ve looked at love from both sides now, from give and take and still somehow it’s

love’s illusions that I recall, I really don’t know love at all.

Walls contain the open vows, because we said them right out loud. Dreams and

schemes and incredible sound, I’ve looked at life that way.

Oh, but now old friends, they’re acting strange, receding on the open plain. Well,

something’s lost, but something’s gained, in living every day.

I’ve looked at life from both sides now. From win and lose and still somehow, it’s life’s

illusions I recall, I really don’t know life at all.

Oh, to go back to the marsh, hold rusted metal of ancient craft, and hold the people of

the past, I’d find them any day.

Doors that open with zero force, with figures more loving than human thought, with

coffee in the morning brought, its clouds get in your way.

Shield the eye from saboteurs, from memory of the ancient war, and if you look, don’t

let them know, don’t give yourself away.

I’ve looked at life from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow, it’s life

illusions I recall, I really don’t know life at all.

Fall asleep next to angel hair, and like the marsh bird, shifting everywhere. And

whilst walking home, offering prayer, I’ve looked at love that way.

Jumping from the artifice, with bunny ears and drumming sticks, and unwriting my

genesis, I’ve looked at life that way.

I’ve looked at life from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow, it’s life

illusions I recall, I really don’t know life at all.