Pendulum count
Seems we sway to each day
Just like the last
Left to right slight
Fight to swing or be swung

There is a comet coming
But I can only count one two
Seconds and seconds
The tick tock slip stock of freedom
Is a slow march in place

We freeze frame this window
Pause the hint therein
Of a future that could become

We are moving
Slower than the eye can catch
The infinite space between blinks
Something is rooting
Down, down

Hold your breath
Tempo change