Letters & Pixels #10

Percussion

The beat pops,
pressing your forward. 
There's never a cadence,
or progression,
that calls you back.
All you have
is a constant march.
Maybe you've a hazy memory
of the constitution of the past.
Failures and victories,
happenstance and plans.
Alike, are just mists of the mind.
The influence is only
internal.
The beat does not change.

PS Gear & Jon Wilkening