I'll probably end up recording this as spoken word. Just wanted to get opinions on the poem itself first. Drop links and I promise to leave feedback.
Unbeaten Path
In this place I call home, the beat rests
within the confines of the abode
The tempo varies with lien but carries steady
Even in heavy cold or in roam
The rhythm marches on after the band seizes melody
Never selling a dream, with one purpose to hold its own
And on its own, or orchestra accompanied
It continues on... My life's metronome
Even if the walls crumble...
Even if my walk stumbles...
Even if my talk mumbles...
The drum remains stone
Although not everlasting, when I lose myself
Without ever asking, I Will follow the beat back home.