(please note that this is a quick, not edited poem)
March, March
Marching to the beat of life
Droning on and on
Work, work and work
to keep your head a float.
When all of a sudden you realize
there was a misstep;
a stumble somewhere down the road
that sent a ripple
to your very soul.
Breath in the ripple,
the change in pace.
Relax into the realization,
your life is about to change.
Now march again to a different pace.
March now to the song in your own head.
And watch as the days do not drone on.
Listen to work being done as you continue to hum.
This life is yours to live so live.