Life on the Second Hand

Thriving on a constant force to keep me happy
Depending entirely on the next to make me comfortable
Shifting uncomfortably in foreign environments
And contemplating the next move so my knees don't buckle

From this mood to the next, I stride
But I make my goal to be consistent
This is no better than conjuring stale watches
Who's tick never surprise the next

So I travel on the second hand
I'm traveling fast now
But then my mind gets tired
And beyond the hands I go

And so now it's another day
I'm standing on my watch
The hands constantly near missing me
Trying to knock me off balance

I grab one and am taken on a ride
Through life on the second hand
Everything flies by
And so there goes my life