The Beat of a Drum
Change is the beat of a drum
Nothing expected from the entrance of adolescence
Time marches along, numb
The tenth year, nothing will ever be colored bubble gum
A panic… yet even so, the love of live makes a presence
Change is the beat of a drum
The eleventh year, everything falls apart and I begin to succumb
To the leak of knowledge, but decide to stream through the fluorescence
Time marches along, numb
Brightness flows out, but murk comes
A one, two, three, reminder of life’s dripping essence
Change is the beat of a drum
The twelfth year, the instrument’s final strum
Is the feeling maturation? Or is it simple obsolescence?
Time marches along, numb
A school isn’t everything, and realization pricks my thumbs
Nothing wicked on the horizon, only joy in my acceptance
Change is the beat of a drum
Time marches along, finally won