Marching to the beat
Of your mental percussion
Sentimental concussion
Miss a beat and your rushing
Past the feeling that you’re needing
That could help to stop the bleeding
Thoughts and actions all repeating
Like the song you would be heading
If you listened to the lyrics
‘Stead of marching to the beat
There’d be more thoughts in your head
And less blisters on your feet
A Life in Poems 