The Drummer

A song was being played in the background. Two typical beats per second. The process was continuous. They all enjoyed and swayed to the song untill an aberration was heard. It was an extra beat. "Where did it come from?" They all wondered in unison.
"How did that transpire?" Most of them asked. "Was the sound unprecedented?" asked the others expressing panic.

She was unmoved and serene. She hardly bothered. "I have a different question," she announced,
"I wonder who the drummer was."

SkEtcH mE

lying down trying to figure out
me and myself
all i have are doubts
stuck in a corner with no help

trying to collect
pieces broken of the past,
to figure out myself
of a known me last

can u sketch me?
a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
I'm a sketch never made

down and frayed
lost and never found,
though i prayed
hope never made a sound

weeks gone by
with nothing to remember,
can ticking time be a lie
like this onset of cold december?

free yet caged,
moving but still,
feeling yet numb,
is this HIS will?

can u sketch me?
a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
I'm a sketch never made

in the light i lay
but wander still in the dark,
once bright as a sunny day
searching now for the lost spark

once i knew me
and knew myself,
now there's many me
and i can't find myself

can u sketch me?
even now a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
i'm a sketch once made