I was born bridge:
Feet first in the world.
I like to think my fate
Is to be utterly the wrong way 'round.
I get told I'm normal
Normal is a cold summer in the middle of Fall
And I'm sunbathing on three foot snow
I can hear my mom screaming "Rain!"
I get told I'm wrong
Wrong is the idea of being right
Thrown in front of the jury
Pleading guilty but proven innocent.
I get told I'm understood
Understood means you can read my words
As they come out of my mouth in the form of art
Art as understood as Van Gogh felt when he drank yellow paint.
I will make a new dictionary for every basic word you give my name definition to in vain.
You will know that Strange is the name of my religion
And that worship begins with being authentic.
©moon_
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