I
read something someone wrote this morning and had a brief discussion
with them. They fancy theirself a Goth. Maybe I'm a bit silly, but I
see little difference between a Goth, Loner, Hippie, or even a biker.
They are all people who live their life their own way and with the
exception of a few radicals who are only out for their own selfish
amusement, are not harming people in any way. One must look beyond
the radicals in every walk of life to see the real people that are
there. Even the church has had it's radicals and still does...
I've
been classed in all these groups at one time or another during my
life. Just because I dare to live outside of what society calls
normal. But other than Hippie, I've proudly held those titles as
badges of honor and even hippie was held close because of why I was
called that.
After
the conversation I was out and busy with some work. But the
conversation was still on my mind. As anyone who reads this blog with
any regularity knows, my head may be the “king of scattered
thought”...
Well,
I had to stop what I was doing and come in and write down what was
falling out of those thoughts. So I also decided I'd share it with
you here. Hope you enjoy or even just maybe become enlightened.
Being original
being me
Quite often
leaves me alone in a sea
A sea of people
who live with fear
Of offending
someone who they think is dear
Yet people who
are truly dear
Are people who
live not in their fear
But reach out and
touch their wildest dreams
Strive to achieve
their craziest schemes
Not in a way that
would hurt someone else
But in a way that
is of them self
Questioning all
that society holds dear
And locks their
lives in dreaded fear
Jealousy rears
it's ugly head
When they won't
consider their ideas are dead
Having no feeling
they can call their own
Only being what
can be called a drone
People of
compassion step out of that box
To where
inventors invent to where writers do flock
They shut off the
sounds of doubters sad words
Words that
discourage don't need to be heard
So often looked
at as strange and then feared
Scolded by people
who know only tears
Told we are wrong
for holding so near
The freedom
society claims to hold dear
Now I'm getting
old my hairs getting gray
So before I come
to my final day
I'd like to tell
all those of my kind
Learn to laugh as
society whines
Shrug off that
feeling that you don't belong
And live your
life while singing your song
You are the great
ones they someone will say
They wish they
could have been during their day
Use your
compassion as you see fit
Do not be
bothered by unthinking twits
For near your end
you too will find
We all turn to
dust but what we leave behind
Leave behind
words that help others see
They too will be
lonely but they can be free
They too will
find others who believe they are real
And in their end
its the smile they will feel
Knowing they
lived a life that was real
Not being a tin
soldier lost in a field
Knowing the
courage to last and endure
In their final
days will feel very sure
Leave behind toys
for people to play
Inventions to
help as they go through their days
Memories in
people that that will live long
Even after their
body is gone
Words things and
knowledge only outsiders can find
By not allowing
their mind to be tied up in a bind
Compassion that
society someday will find
A remarkable
thing that will confuse their mind
They'll only wish
they could feel as we do
Or have the
courage to feel anything but blue
When we are long
past is when they will find
That remarkable
things come from unfettered minds
So dare to be
different
Dare to be true
To the one that
matters
The
one that is you
Why
not click on that followers button and join here? We are the same no
matter where we live in this world. It's only our governments and
radicals that mess this world up with their self centered ways. We
can all learn to live together and share what we believe to be true.
We can all get along and aim this world to a better future by
sharing. So join here and show the world you care.
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