To the Weird Ones (a poem)

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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.