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“Different Worlds”
He knew he
was a bit
off
not really like
all the others
he kept
running into
the walls of
normality
that society
built
to keep him
out
of what
he thought
they considered
to be their
perfect
little world,
he didn’t
understand
why
they worked so
hard
blocking his
attempts
to try and
fit in
to be one
of the many,
he’d watch
their ways
and study
their practices
from high on
a hill
hoping one day
to hide
in the middle
of their flock
and live safely
in its folds
for the rest
of his life
but he never
got past
their outer
edges,
their walls were
always too high
for him to
get over
or maybe
he
just perceived
them to
be so,
he had
no idea
what it was
he was trying
to find
in the middle
of their
boarded up
universe
but he felt
he had to
belong
to whatever
it was
they had
it has to
be special
why else were
so many of
them
spending their
lives
orbiting
around it,
he tried over
and over
to find his
way in
but when ever
he got to
the end of
the road
or to the
top of another
hill
he was still
left alone
in the vastness
of his own
empty life
at the same
spot
in which he
had started
from
looking from
the outside
in
at all the
others
going about
their daily
lives
as one of
the haves
while he
remained
on the outside
as a have not,
he wasn’t
understanding
why
he couldn’t
belong
with the
others
why he was
different
cut away from
the pack
only that he
was
and it felt
like that
wasn’t going
to change
no matter how
great his
efforts,
he climbed up
to the top of
one of the
many hills
where he sits
and he dreams
about
being a part of
this walled
utopia
down below
while watching
all the little
dots
scurrying around
inside their circle
of perfection
knowing
he’s missing out
on the kind
of life
that he truly
believes
he deserves
tired of waiting
for the day
he finally gets
inside those walls,
never quite
comprehending
that for all
these years
he was
living his life
completely
unaware
of all the people
who were
living inside those
ivory walls
that they were
spending their
days
looking up at
his hill
wishing that the
little dot
on the top
of that hill
was them…
Tom Allen…02-25-2018…
He knew he
was a bit
off
not really like
all the others
he kept
running into
the walls of
normality
that society
built
to keep him
out
of what
he thought
they considered
to be their
perfect
little world,
he didn’t
understand
why
they worked so
hard
blocking his
attempts
to try and
fit in
to be one
of the many,
he’d watch
their ways
and study
their practices
from high on
a hill
hoping one day
to hide
in the middle
of their flock
and live safely
in its folds
for the rest
of his life
but he never
got past
their outer
edges,
their walls were
always too high
for him to
get over
or maybe
he
just perceived
them to
be so,
he had
no idea
what it was
he was trying
to find
in the middle
of their
boarded up
universe
but he felt
he had to
belong
to whatever
it was
they had
it has to
be special
why else were
so many of
them
spending their
lives
orbiting
around it,
he tried over
and over
to find his
way in
but when ever
he got to
the end of
the road
or to the
top of another
hill
he was still
left alone
in the vastness
of his own
empty life
at the same
spot
in which he
had started
from
looking from
the outside
in
at all the
others
going about
their daily
lives
as one of
the haves
while he
remained
on the outside
as a have not,
he wasn’t
understanding
why
he couldn’t
belong
with the
others
why he was
different
cut away from
the pack
only that he
was
and it felt
like that
wasn’t going
to change
no matter how
great his
efforts,
he climbed up
to the top of
one of the
many hills
where he sits
and he dreams
about
being a part of
this walled
utopia
down below
while watching
all the little
dots
scurrying around
inside their circle
of perfection
knowing
he’s missing out
on the kind
of life
that he truly
believes
he deserves
tired of waiting
for the day
he finally gets
inside those walls,
never quite
comprehending
that for all
these years
he was
living his life
completely
unaware
of all the people
who were
living inside those
ivory walls
that they were
spending their
days
looking up at
his hill
wishing that the
little dot
on the top
of that hill
was them…
Tom Allen…02-25-2018…