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