The Distant Beat of the Drum

Seems to me I’m living in a strange land

A place devoid of any guiding hand

It all seems diabolical and planned

Yet, I can’t even remember who I am,

A stranger in a forgotten place

Am I stuck in a perpetual mystery case?

My promiscuous little queen fighting my embrace

The source of the pain on my face,

I can’t remember from where I came

All explanations incomplete and lame

I once thought men and women felt the same

I played and lost badly at the game,

The prognostication of the future is a bit grim

You might just knock this primate off his limb

Could it be the volcanic fires of the Pacific Rim?

It seems the chances for mankind are very slim,

Knowing all this I pray in the desperation of night

Lord, save us all from this horrid plight

More than from the trick of the hand or the slight

At times I swear I can feel my soul in flight,

Now I play the role of the forgotten man

Left behind, betrayed, just not part of the plan

Never quite fit into the role of “Dapper Dan”

I took a wrong turn and ended up in confusion land,

Far from the love that seems to save some

Wondering from what strange existence I come from

Lost on a pirate ship wreck full of rum?

Still I wonder at the distant beat of the drum.