A New Drum

A feckless, poor rhythm
he taps on and raps on
his rhythm, his life, a
base mixture of strife.
He carried, he fought,
he tried and he bought...
He sees now and wakes from
a slumber - his vision:
a sunrise, a bright light,
a rebirth from twilight.
A realisation -
idealistic-causation:
rerouting his efforts
he moves to the sun.
Embracing life's fun,
smiling through tears, he
gives new life to ideas.
Now finding his rhythm
he'll bang a new drum.

SiKee, '08