Poem: Manic

Pendulum swings
from one side to the other
in a blink of an eye
happy on one side
inconsolable on the other
bright and sunshine
on the right minute and hour
dark and storm clouds
on the wrong day and month
each moment is a roll of the dice
each second is one grain in the hourglass
it veers from one to the next
unpredictable like the wind
and the chaos follows
in its wake with all the
confusion and the
bewilderment.
Where will it go now?
For how long and how wide
no one can every prepare for it.