Elixir - The Magical Potion

With the clock ticking tick-tock, the thoughts in my head change; As every second goes by, they mutate their shape. I don't want to give up the space in my heart, to the aimless illusions ripping me apart. With the pendulum swinging back and forth, my heart keeps alternating. midway past and present it's stuck, wobbling around, chaos stirring. I'm confounded between worlds, confused, I need to stop twanging my feelings and ending up bruised. But what if here forever I'm stuck  and all I can hear is the clock ticking tick-tock.

 I'm like a bird stuck in the gale, with my wings feeling weak and my might,  pale. The powerful wind of my cluttered mind so strong, this will-power of mine now feeble and seems everything is wrong. No matter how much I flutter and flap, I'll still stumble and fall in this trap. Exhausted by the burden to fly soaring high, and hit by the expectations, I fall in my own eye. The gale, now, turning into a strong storm, my wings tired, cold and no place where I can feel warm. With the storm setting in and everything turning dark, seems even after so much toil, I'm unable to leave any kind of mark. With the setting sun I too disappear, disappointed and alone, this loud silence is all I hear.