Life lies on the clock’s swinging pendulum
Hopeless despair ticks on the left most flight
Limelight faded mind thinking to succumb
Awoke bliss unaware the tocks made right
Waves high then low and back eternally
Unknowingly under its own control
Slaves sigh who know possible finale
Flowing ends whether above or below
Pain surges through the minds of those who feel
Shocking ones insides like a paper cut
Slain of themselves by what their thoughts reveal
Mocked one day, the next walking with a strut
Not good and evil, but peaceful and not
For all man it swings equal with a tock