My Drummer

Inspiration from "The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail"

A rhythm is called out
The conformity stepping in time
Left foot, right foot
I can't hear their drummer
Only my own
The beat is wild and keeps changing as I walk
I see beyond where they march
A large and open space, untamed by man
Thank you Thoreau for showing your teaching
Though you are wrong
Education is not the end of like but the beginning