By Isolde Date: 29 January 1999
The pendulum of my heart swings From ecstasy unto despair, Before I can adjust to this, It swings to raging anger rare. And as I try to analyze This new emotion that I feel, The pendulum swings once again And hopelessness my heart doth steal. Then suddenly from out my lips, Comes giddy laughter bursting free. I have to stop and ask myself, Which one of these is really me?