Just an outsider looking in. An odd shaped piece of a puzzle somehow portraying an image that is much different from what one feels. An image that tends to be misread, not only by others but by oneself.
Feeling that ones' acceptance is the result of being at the right time and place. An unselfish dedication is to the advantage of others. But why does this feel so familiar? A masquerade ball of misconceptions and lies.
Naive to the point of being blind, a handicap that seems incurable. How long can one tune out before it becomes permanent? Being mute is one way of dealing with the situation but silence can only go so far.
It is no wonder birds tend to migrate in flocks. Comfort lies within similarities and it is that familiarity that provides an invisible bond. It is true that an outsider can never be part of a whole and will continue to venture solo.
Remembering that recycled goods can only go so far and it's only a matter of time before one begins to desintegrate. Would it even make a difference?
Feeling that ones' acceptance is the result of being at the right time and place. An unselfish dedication is to the advantage of others. But why does this feel so familiar? A masquerade ball of misconceptions and lies.
Naive to the point of being blind, a handicap that seems incurable. How long can one tune out before it becomes permanent? Being mute is one way of dealing with the situation but silence can only go so far.
It is no wonder birds tend to migrate in flocks. Comfort lies within similarities and it is that familiarity that provides an invisible bond. It is true that an outsider can never be part of a whole and will continue to venture solo.
Remembering that recycled goods can only go so far and it's only a matter of time before one begins to desintegrate. Would it even make a difference?
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