Faded black pavement
White stripes directing
Analog road to elsewhere
Flock of vehicles
Construction gets in the way
Making the drive longer
Trapped in my metal cage
Feeling tight with expectation
Someday I'll get home
To the cool stillness.
Monday, August 14, 2017
Living Road
Sunday, August 13, 2017
About being different
Some of us are outliers
We hear the voices around us
Telling stories of life
And those tales do not match
The world we live in
We hear the voices around us
Telling stories of life
And those tales do not match
The world we live in
There is a kind of silence
A solitude in difference
As speaking our abnormal
Is shocking to be heard
Even when to us
Its comfortably familiar
A solitude in difference
As speaking our abnormal
Is shocking to be heard
Even when to us
Its comfortably familiar
Conforming doesnt comfort
It chafes againt our unique
We stand to one side
Just outside the crowd
Looking for another deviant
To bond with
It chafes againt our unique
We stand to one side
Just outside the crowd
Looking for another deviant
To bond with
Not all of us are normal
But all of us have value
A place within this world
Even if only to define
The norm of all the rest.
But all of us have value
A place within this world
Even if only to define
The norm of all the rest.
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