It’s easy to be part of the party,
to match the mood, the tempo, the time,
and let the world swallow you up.
But I am a solitary soul,
and I feel like I don’t fit in,
for though I am kith,
I’m no one’s kin.
The crowd’s no consolation to me,
because a love that demands everything
I am my moods,
my tempo and temperament,
perfect in their imperfection,
even when they cannot keep time.
So I take another step
down my pariah path,
unsure where I’m going,
unsure when I’ll get there,
and willing to walk alone
if I must.
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