the drummer sits at the back of the stage
rocking out in his own world
unaware of his own solos
his eyes are looking at something not of this plain
his shirt is wet with sweat
his mind is muted with music
he's not there for glory
he's there for the drums
and the state of being they provide
after the show he is buzzed or exhausted
like a dreamer waking from the dream
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