Keeping Time to Life

The extremes are where I live

Holed up in the cavity
of a grandfather clock

Confused by the word normal
a word with an unachievable unknown meaning

Wanting to know what the soft touch of carpeted walls feel like

The idea of stability sets my mind on fire

Swinging back and forth in an unknown rhythm
A ringing very fond to my ears

Comforting in its eccentricities
In its need to be irregular