I’ve been humming to the thumping of the drums Strumming through the rummage, the rubbish, the rubble And I’m rushing with my eyes closed. I’ve been detaching by fractions because my actions happen to damage the past And everything that I know. Why would I try to make a simple living when life is simply trying to make a killing? Well ain’t it a fucked up world we live in? A world we fucked up living in. I try to reverse the truth before my words reach to murder you; my vices, your virtues. I stripped myself of vulnerability because mama warned me: ‘If you fall in love, you might not get back up. And if you let that love direct your tongue you might just stop your lungs. ‘You are my fighting son under the dying sun and I will be crying until the day that you have won.’ That’s what you told me. Through the darkened days, til they turn back to golden Our kindred spirits deliver these hindered images So vividly depicting the withering minutes diminishing and picking at our souls when We just want to stop. And feel the hours flowing To measure how far we’ve come, and see where we’re going From the days of the summer sun til the night clouds bring the snow in. And I’ve been swinging in this winter winding down in heaven I watch the sunlight beat down on the snow flakes that make the minds of snow men. It’s at this moment I realize I finally know that Young men and old men will all melt away or fade into dust. Aren’t we all just star dust? Well I am star struck when I star gaze at the star light, the moonlight, and the light of day. Flying through space in the darkness that holds me. Poetry, over a calculated, regulated beat. I’m agitated, shuffling my feet at the fact my aggrevation is keeping me from activating the persistance within me To turn my dreams into actual reality. But I’m just resonating through the choices I have made So the voices I create keep telling me
Never, ever stop humming to the drums.
