Well, you don’t care..

I guess that’s fair…

I’ll just sit over here

bobbing my head to the rhythm of life…

with my own breasts as the toms

my feet as the bass pedals

my hair looking like the sticks

my heart playing out all it once resists…

 

I always felt the beat of my own drum

the problem is there is no one

who can complete my rhyme

echo my brain waves

through space and time…

 

Well, you don’t care

I guess that’s fair

I’ll just stare

at the sun for too long

until my blindness I can see through…

my sunglasses on right

my laces all tight

ready to sprint out all this strife…

I always felt the beat of my own drum

the problem is there is no one

who doesn’t need an explanation for my mind

maybe I should have been born to a new dimension

ahead of this time….