We are pendulums
every last one of us
pendulums is what we are
we swing back and forth
from joy to pain
from drought to rain
we swing
steady - steady - steady
we are tick-tick dancers
from beginning to end
life is just a dance
that we follow at our own pace
a dance - a stance - a race
we swing forth and back
until we crack open
like an egg
swinging like a pendulum
from life to death
from death to life
steady - steady - steady
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