Hear the beating of the drums that drown out dreams.
Senseless striving to overtake and overwhelm.
There is no point to endless acts of
Punching clocks and counting tasks.
The ever pressured beat speeds on, then self-destructs.
Slow the pace!
Slow the frantic race… or hearts will give out, as minds wear out.
And earnest souls will sell out.
Till the shadow of our impact finally fades out.
Oh, hear the urgent beating of the drums that speak from within and not without.
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