Clockwork

I reviewed my life as clockwork and I also wanted to do a play-on-words type of deal.

The clock moves in slow motion

Carelessly I fight to see the illusion

Was it in my head or is it seclusion

To find my center past the delusion

Wrecked I find myself at the center

Falling through waves of distant matter

Fighting my way back across the platter

Till the end comes to, I’ll be the ladder

Used to be that I was the one 

To be baking underneath the open sun

Then I finally through away the gun

To realize then that my life just begun

Then I saw my other me

Upon the tranquil open sea

Struggling to fight against the bee

Turning around, stunned, equally