Inverse

I made a world that can't be found
where dark is light and there's no late
so everything is underground
and prayer is answered 'Sure as fate'

healed over time becomes a wound
words fight against a speaker's mouth
each instrument remains un-tuned
sharp spoons, dull knives, there is no south

I made it so that I could know
if what the wise ones say is true
the ones who tell me where I'll go
if I don't do what they say to

so in this world that none can find
where dew is grass upon the dew
I searched for every thing unkind
since in this world all is untrue

then light radiated from me
my ignorance and folly bright
then I stumbled and scraped my knee
fell painfully on my hind sight