The Drums

Every person holds within their a chest, a drum- and it beats; the sound that keeps you up at night, the sound of your life throbbing, pounding, thumping and pulsing as it creates beautiful music at all times of day. You don't have to be a musician to hear it's rhythm, to appreciate it's flow as it throbs your very soul, it is your fire's coal; it drives you to wherever you go, your followed by a drum role. Then why do you ignore it? The song that's played within us all? You hear the happy- melodies and forsake the tragic songs. The songs of pain, the song the drum re-verbs- when tears fall in plurals, is the song not as beautiful? Does it's crescendo appall? Every person holds within their chest, a song with meaningful lyrics as it's played, a fountain of a cavalcade, it becomes your very being; don't deny these tragic tales, for their meaning still pails compared to that which links us all. Just a gigantic six string orchestra and every soul's a part...every musical role is filled- and every section's filled with hearts. How can we pick one song over the other? How is it that easy to choose? Every life is a story and a song held true, do not close your heart to my sad song- fore it still beats for you.