Parking lot pondering …
My drum is so much louder now
A steadier beat than those
Who claim to hear its rhythm
But the song they do not know.
They’ve never heard the words
The bass is too low
Try to dance to the sound
Skip a beat, miss the tempo.
The sound at times is deafening
Even then they barely hear
The echo from the amplifier
Rings out as a whisper.
Still I keep pace
Stay true to my song
This is MY music
And I’ll march on.
I won’t change the lyrics
True to myself I’ll remain
While everyone’s changing stations
My channel stays the same.
