Nothing happens on,
between the swings on the wall,
the pendulum in her slow song,
as I roll the dice and sway fate in the air,
nothing happens, in the blink of the eye.

Nothing ever happens,
to the grain under the grass.
A million foot passing along and on,
for a million ages come and gone,
nothing ever says farewell to the clock on the wall,
as the dice rolls and sways destiny on her palm.