Swaying

All that swaying
Like the wretched pendulum
In the clock that goes tick tock
A steady rhythm flows
as the Minutes catch up
with the galloping Seconds
The swaying continues
From the start of day
Till the fag end of night
The swaying of the mind
Much more potent
Almost like a monster
Raving mad one moment
And dozing off the other
The swaying of the heart
happens, sending rushes
Shooting from far down
Right up the fuzzy roof
All that swaying
Like the restless pines
In a dense forest
Unsettling for the soul
That feels it move and maim
the core. little by little.
Tick tock.