The Drum of the Lost

Thud thud thud beats the drum of the ignorant lost souls. “Disgusting.” “Sinner.” “Broken.” They cry to its beat. How sad it must be to be lost in such hatred. Stuck in an endless maze of other people’s lives. You can’t see a map in the dark. Remember, I am not in there with you because I am free. Thud thud thud beats my heart strong and true. It beats just the same as yours, whether you can admit it or not is up to you. March to the beat of your drum, I have my own melody to dance to.