Some seats face backwards, some towards the front,
Most change seats to look forward, few don't.
The forward view is very demanding, changing all the time,
The backward view quietly rolls along, quite sublime!
The forward view is a move at high speed,
The backward view is graceful, for hurry no need.
The eye driving forward continually jumps about,
The panorama backwards is always facing out.
Facing forward I long to get off the ride,
To view the world backwards, I can take in my stride.
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