Submission #11 Darren Butler

I channel my energy into beating drums
The nerves wash away
A magical force within me
Free, floating free, I’m focused
I try to relax and on occasion I do
But not for long, got to keep time
For now, I’m a clock tick tocking, tapping, knocking
Smashing whilst thrashing until, we stop.

We haven’t really stopped
We’re hurtling through space on a giant rock
Well not giant, it could be as small as a speck of dust
Even smaller
Such is the vastness of space

Keep traveling and unraveling your dreams
Find yourself
Love yourself
Be yourself

Time feels so at Home.

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