Drifting to a world beyond beyond,
All within the boundaries of my mind.
Looking for a place to which I can belong,
Looking for a place that I will probably not find.
So, with the common people, I move along,
Leaving my longings somewhere behind,
And in this place, I let my stay prolong
Till I am one of them; one of their kind.
And, somewhere down that road, the truth resides;
‘I am different! I shouldn’t be in this grind!
My rules are unlike the ones to which they abide,
I must go back! I must rewind!’
Then, like a smack on the face, I say as I realize,
‘You arrogant pompous fool! Are you blind?
Different? You wish! What does to them to you complies!
You are human, just like them, we’re all one of a kind…’