Conciously unaware what beholds at my very presence of Commotion
Motion to Notion, swinging with pride, & yet with vengence belaying
Rappidly swaying, Illusively, back and forth like hung cot's..
Time's not a factor, although the movement staggers at each notch.
The speed stops, slowly haulting after day breaks and the moon rises
With new surprises vastly improving on speed just what is needs
It arises to please the company of every living human being
Cant be seeing, now having temtations to quicken the pace
To push the Pendelum faster, the time is against life in the race
Times a disgrace slowly loosing speed and falling off of the face
Of the maps trace, connecting all dots but still the pendelum continues to sway.