Pum Pum Pum

Sometimes, the song you’ve been singing in your head to keep yourself together is a distant scream. 
Sometimes, you never find the melody again, 
and just keep walking off step to an erratic beat. 
Sometimes, you forget that your throat can even make noise.
You can't lift your foot at the right times.
You just forget how to march.
So you shuffle along like a baton toting zombie,
pretending to know how to harmonize with your surroundings.
Pretending to know how to fit into the formation.
You busted little drummer boy.