Not meant for this place...
I wander through crowds, yet I feel so alone,
A stranger in lands I should once call my own, Their laughter feels distant, like clouds in the blue, While I carry storms that they never knew,
The rhythm around me, it beats out of time,
A song I don't follow, a steep, silent climb,
I mimic their joy, wear a carefully made face,
But deep in my soul, I don't fit this place,
Their roads feel too narrow, their skies much too grey,
My dreams speak a language they all push away,
I long for a world where I'm free to just be,
To breathe without hiding the wildness in me,
So maybe I'm carved from a star far apart,
With galaxies glowing and ache in my heart,
If I don't belong here, then that is okay,
I'll build my own sky, and I'll float far away.
V