Band Geek
Marching Band
What I know
And what its become
A change of life for me
Blasting trumpets
And crazy saxes
Quiet flutes
The football player passes
I am one of them,
Yet so apart it seems I’m distant
In front I stand
Baton in hand
Ready to start the show
Whistle ready
I blow the signal to begin
Than the first note is played
Marching out
Beating time
All is a thrill to me
Knowing I control the tempo
And lead the band out front
Living every moment
Feeling every note
Showing flawless perfection
As I march the band down the side
I feel so empowered
I feel so entraced
By the movements of the show
Never wanting the moment to end
Pleading for one more second
Listening in
Playing to myself
I see myself so perfectly
I am one with my own self
I am perfect as myself
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