To the Weird Ones (a poem)

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.