Out of time

The morning after, the sun shines. The birds sing as they do Every single morning. This morning is no different For them. But blood runs through their heads Like a soft beat of a drum that Never stops. But a beat skips and throws some Out of time. The morning after, the sky sings. And the people work as they do Every single morning. This morning is no different For them. But their bodies breathe Like a soft beat of a drum that Never stops. But a beat skips and throws some Out of time. The morning after. Life goes on But some don't. And as you stop and wonder, Your body thinks Like the soft beat of a drum that Never stops. But your beat skips and throws you Out of time.