From The Deep, Dark Lagoon

Trying to figure Out What makes some people Tic, Even though they're Not clocks that You can wind up And fix. A loss of time No doubt! We are all Mysterious creatures From some deep, dark, Lagoon Contemplating, howling Wishing for the moon, Never satisfied nor Happy. Pity! For life passes by So quickly And is gone So soon. Little transparency, In our opaque, journey Why are we here? And where do we come from? We certainly destabilize Everything, Putting Right to one side, But following, what is Wrong.