Lately
In the past few seconds,
I know that I have not been
Who people expect me to be.
I am in constant transition
Between what is right
And what is gray area.
In this infinitesimal space
Of time and emotion that we
Call living.
Each of us strives
To dance to our own
Drumbeats.
Some of us, however,
Do not know that our drummer
Is dead…and a beat box of monotony awaits.
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