Drums

I look for something and it’s not there. I get frustrated and I continue to wait. Wait for a bus that doesn’t arrive. Yet many cars come by offering me a lift. Why don’t I jump on?

The drums call me and I can’t resist it. It beckons for a strong longing that can’t be fulfilled by other thrills. Are these mistakes I will regret later on?

The masquerade continues but how long can I hold on to the mask…