To the Weird Ones (a poem)

Published: May 13, 2019, 9 a.m.

Always feeling alone

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With just a few that you could call your own

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Being a fugitive all around

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And with a sense of home when no one\u2019s in town

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Have tried to explain or make a sense

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But with hopes always becoming less

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Divided between the \u201cnormal\u201d and the truth

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In desperation, all thoughts will endure

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Family, siblings, and friends

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Cannot understand why you are so careless

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Being in a world of your own

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No one feels your love for the unknown

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Now your spark flashes from inside

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And all life seems to be at your side

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You learned that what others find normal

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Is the end of your potential

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United with your inner calling

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You spread your wings as life is unfolding

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Released from invisible chains and free

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To where reality identifies with the dream.