#10 The Beat

I don’t know if you’ve heard, the drumming of the air

You may call it absurd, but I assure you that it’s there

That simple beat, that carries on the wind

Always to repeat, never to rescind

It’s the pulse of life, the marching of time

Sharp as a knife, its point is prime

You may not know, but you march to it too

Wherever you go, it’s all that you do

You can’t break free, there’s no point trying

It’s all you can be, until you’re dying

The rhythm is strict, the dance is tough

A sound to restrict, you can’t struggle enough

But just once in a while, it may get loose

And then why not smile, with less of a knot on the noose

You can step back and see, everyone else in their dance

While you can be stationary, see everyone else advance

Take advantage.

This wont last long.

You’re briefly free.

Go wild.

Go mad.

Go Anywhere.

Break the rules.

Reality will restore itself shortly.

When it notices you’ve gone.

Don’t let it.

And though it may, catch you up again

Don’t let it cause dismay, it wont be long 'til when

You can see the pace slow, can see what you must do

That’s when you’ll know, you'll feel the déjà vu

Take your encore, step out of time once more

Trip the step

Beat the drums

And be your own rhythm