Clockwork Strange.

It is clockwork

This tick and tock

At times it fails me so

Why it slugs or faster goes

And why it makes me glow.

These jumps and dives

A stinging beehive

Dear Lord, take it away

I am so much better off without it

Why do I need it, pray?

They say we have but only one

No one has two; shadows have none

Good Lord, why we have it at all?

Life could be much simple fun

And we could dance and blindly run;

If we were not to fall.

This thumping lump

I do not need

Sweet lord take it away,

It only hurts and gives me pain

Why did you make it, say?

These butterflies up, weak knees below

It means something, I do not know,

Something I can do without--

But nothing good, I dare say,

Kind Lord it makes me anxious

So please just take it away.

If I lost it, lobbed it, lent or leased

I could toss about happy and pleased

It would then stop hurting in here

It will not matter anymore

That He was there, so close, so dear

And chose to be no more.

I ask of you, my only ray of hope

From here, with some far-flung rope,

My Lord, take it away,

Oh how this pounding piece hurts

I do not get its strange ways.