When Different Makes an Everlasting Impression

Who am I?
Why am I here?

Looking for another world
A world full of peace of mind
Thought provoking, Analyzing this body’s acceptance
As this soul plans it’s very own escape

Who are they?
What do they do?

I could never adapt
To the “Normal” life
Always riding a train to these thoughts
On a track that goes a different route
Trying to escape to paradise
Yet, Keeps going in circles
In this place I call paradox

Counted as an absentee to absence
To the statistics of normalcy
Was always good at disappearing
Invisibility a gift that keeps brooding

Thoughts go fast, Way fast
Actions only work when alone
Slow in a crowding achievement
Just a spectator watching others
Rejoice in their public affections

Who am I?
Why am I here?

This body changes
This soul still stays the same
Two fighting it out
For the right to pilot this vessel
Yet, neither of them ever seem to win

And then there are those
Who think what is easy for them
Should be easy for me
Sorry I don’t seem to be your type
Society, You always told me that
Could not accept it at one time
But now I love being incompatible with you

I am an alien
From a planet of thoughts so far away
Stuck on this rock ever tumbling
But I try to adapt. I try to adapt

This imagination travels
To the exploration of these dreams
Warring myself of this disease called negativity
Looking up to the sky
Pondering which constellation
Is truly my home abode

I will never know
Just have to adapt
And realize there are people
Who share that same sky with me

Stepping back, Relaxing
Philosophizing where the stars shall take me

Presently Serene
In this compatibility
Bittersweet in these enchanting elements
Where magic comes alive
Infinity times beyond

I am just me
Paving a legacy in this quest for knowledge
Never ceasing to learn in this adventure
Always accepting this body
So this soul can someday be justifiably freed

Don’t ever chastise me
For ever expressing myself differently
I see the flaws and embrace them with all of my devotion
This environment creates its own atmosphere
Thick in the air of my own creativity
Creativity in the air I so proudly breathe


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
7/1/11