There, they all hang swaying
Side to side, from their own string
In a paper pendulum-like motion
Confronting every swing
The tock didn't scare the mouse
But, it was the sound of the alarm
When it donged, the mouse was frightened
Thinking he'd have to endure harm
The same goes with people
They go throughout each day
Walking through every tick
While each tock is underway
The piercing sound of the alarm
Awakening humanity toward chaos
Fearful to take a step forward
Mountains rise they can't cross
Even inside of hidden static
Exists a calm silence before dismay
Where our fondest memories are kept
Locked inside and hidden away
Unavoidable is the swing
Inevitably entranced by a plan's motion
Of the timeline made by the highest
Who measures all things with good devotion
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