To the sound that we make daily daily In the hustle bustle marketplace, Quiet, slowly, softly, when we wake. In the gym room with other hearts that beat, In the bathroom echoes the drum that shakes Our head like any outside noise, but We still sit and breath our lives away. Dulled by our chewing talking sleeping life The resonate of our ribcage stays stays. So thanks, heart, for your humility; You contain the servent’s spirit true And I truly want to beat like you do