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 to
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 deja vu
Take your encore, step out of time once more
Trip the step
Beat the drums
And be your own rhythm
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