This moment,as gay as a lark.
The next, plunged into a murky pool of despair.
Today,all is clear,you are here.
Tomorrow, all is foggy,you are there.
Alternating between tears and laughter,
serenity and turbulence,
gaiety and melancholy.
Even the pendulum bob itself grows weary,
of the perpetual motion.
Why don't you give it a break,
and tell it were it truly belongs.