Song to Myself
Hiding in a crowd
found and exposed by the harsh and simple-minded
viewed with digust and annoyance
called strange and crazy
by the judgemental, over-rated and complex
Wanting a better world
searching for the inspiring, colorful, beautiful and promising
viewed as harshm depreddes and creul
the plarce I call home
by some individuals can be mis-judged as hell
I am an undefined figure
unshaped, simple and scared
surviving but not living
purposefully but empty minded
The place I call home why do I feel so alone