On Weirdness

I know the place where I belong is somewhere wild and free;
a place where I can simply be that weird bloke who is me.
I’ve tried at times to be in this world but I don’t seem to fit
and every time I try to squeeze in I break the mould a bit.
So maybe now I’m old and my hair has all gone white
I can fit in as a ‘weird old man’ and it’ll be alright.
They’ll never know the crazy man’s a lifelong show;
this is really me, it’s who I am and all I know.
A seed that is sown to grow in the wrong field
not a weed but a crop with the strangest yield.
But in the final tally if I am ‘not right’
will I still be ‘different’or will I be alright.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s