To the Weird Ones

Always feeling alone
With just a few that you could call your own
Being a fugitive all around
And with a sense of home when no one’s in town

Have tried to explain or make a sense
But with hopes always becoming less
Divided between the “normal” and the truth
In desperation, all thoughts will endure

Family, siblings, and friends
Cannot understand why you are so careless
Being in a world of your own
No one feels your love for the unknown

Now your spark flashes from inside
And all life seems to be at your side
You learned that what others find normal
Is the end of your potential

United with your inner calling
You spread your wings as life is unfolding
Released from invisible chains and free
To where reality identifies with the dream.

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