Banging On A Different Drum

Majestic all these sensations
As I listen to the nations
If l looked towards the ceiling
Would I lose my sense of reason?

For outside my window
The seasons they are changing
And sometimes things
Just need a little explaining

But be rest assured I am not complaining
My life just needs some rearranging

For in this world there is a constant hum
I sometimes feel like
I'm caught beneath a heavy thumb
Banging on a different drum

Caught within illusion
Is there any sense beyond confusion?
Is it real all these things that I am feeling?
Or are these things that I am seeing
Made of the world that I am dreaming?

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