The masters poem. An inner perspective from doctor who.

Life is like a smokey haze.
Feel the crazy waves roll.
Let the troll take his toll and know what you will.
I will too.
one and one makes three,
if you count the heart beat as one too.
Four score and seven years.
Tally the masses.
Count the ears.
Listening on walls.
Glistening the fall on call.
Roll over, count to three.
Hearts on fire, let it be.
One two, one two.
Hear the count, feel the movement on beat.
Mount the horses and retreat.
Feel the fall and repeat.
One two.
Who knew
this is all what it would come to?
Do you hear the drums?
Do you hear the masses?
Do you hear the truth?
The beat is slow like molasses.
I am the master.
I declare it, move faster.
I cant bare it, move faster.
I can hear it, move. Faster.
I am. The master.

Inspired by the sound of drums doctor who.