Heartbeat

As I lay quite in my bed,

with my arm across my chest

I hear the drummer that keeps us all alive

I sit and ponder

what keeps this steady beat

that refuses to stop.

Then I hear my breathing

and wonder what keeps my lungs

going up and down

and my steady heart when my body

is long paralyzed and my mind

wants to die.

and what secret force drifts me into slumber

and pushes water out of my eyes

what hidden agenda gives me strength

and what purpose changes me not

for I only journey on

seeking the sunset