Time signature heretic

You couldn’t see,

That it wasn’t me

That was walking out of time,

But the carnival drums,

That didn’t conform.

I couldn’t tell then,

If that look was confusion,

Or the whether you just

Ascribed this madness

To a lack of musicality,

To time signature heresy.

It couldn’t be,

That you weren’t free,

To be dancing without chime,

Because expectation comes,

With compulsion to perform.

And the spotlight isn’t on out there.


© Accidental Tentacles 2018

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