I saw the pendulum swing.
It was my chance at a new being.
What exactly this meant, I did not know.
What I had, I could not show.
I only knew to look out afar.
Not upward to a star;
But inward in my soul,
To lead me where I should go.
Destinies can be made and met.
But only few take that bet.
Our life will end on time.
A fact not meant to be sublime.
For a while we occupy space,
Then we are gone without a trace.
Take advantage of what you borrow.
Always concern yourself with tomorrow.
Wait for the pendulum to swing;
And ask what it might mean.