I march to the beat of a different drum,

when allowed.

My own

internal vibe,

silent,

at times aloud.

Beat, beat,

like a heartbeat…

Fundamental to existence.

Imperatives

misunderstood.

They call me names,

they lock me away.

I threaten the system.

Enforce decay.

 

©ddr7hd

 

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