I Am My Rhythm


A regulated beat or pattern of sound.

But that is not how I roll,

that is not who I am.

I am wild, irregular even,

and nobody can stop that.


My beat drowns out everyone elses,

no other sound can disrupt this feeling I give.

I move to my own beat,

and dance to my own rhythm.

My rhythm howls, and roars

itching to be heard.


Louder, and louder, let it be heard.

As loud as the raging winds,

as wild as a pack of wolves.

I am not a pattern.

I am not regulated,

I will beat my drums to my own rhythm.

And no one can stop me.

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