An effort in iambic pentameter ...

To aim toward a different way of life
I woke before my normal waking's due;
Impressed with self I went outside to try
And paint the sky a most peculiar hue.

That ceased, of course, when hunger drove me in;
I switched my steaming coffee to iced tea.
Then did my household tasks another way
To make my life flow somewhat differently.

What else? I wondered, looking round about
But nothing that I saw gave me a clue
So I replaced my shirt with pantyhose
My feet wore hats, my hands were bearing shoes.

I called to ask my friends for their advice
Though none had seemed to ever take a chance.
Our mailman told me I should sell my car
Since walking backwards might help me advance.

From morning 'til the dawn of evening star
My efforts grew to brilliant shades of strange.
Accomplishing vexation at myself
For inverse didn't bring desired change.

A day of wasted labor proved to me
That new-found life is where the psyche dwells.
Though one might change the whole periphery
The truth is that you can't escape yourself.

Nice.

Thank you.

You are indeed welcomed dear lady.

Nice...