The Imaginative Person's Plight
There’s no place in this world for people like me
People with hope and people with dreams
People who don’t have to see to believe
People pleased by the most simple of things.
There’s no place on this earth for poets like me
Who like rhythm and rhyming schemes
Who’ll take it short or take it long
But like it best when it sounds like a song
Who don’t mind old and don’t mind new
Who’ll bask in melody and tune
Who’ll let their heart lead the way
And when it stops be glad to stay
There’s just no place for people so weird.
Oh world! Must you hate me so?
When I only tried to love you and help you grow?
When I only wished you joy and life to the full
You repay me with scorn and call me a fool
And now I’m beginning to think I am.
I can’t understand you
And you won’t understand me
But what if my thoughts were as lovely as another’s?
And just as profound and just as soulful?
Could you make an exception just this once?
Please?
For me?
Huh?
But how can I change to suit you and still be me?
And how can I ever be worth anything?
And how am I supposed to go anywhere?
If you will have me stay right here?
There’s no place in this world for people like me
They've said it enough and what they have not mentioned
I’ve seen.
So I’ll pack up my life and musings and heart
Board a large ship and head off to Mars.
To be continued...
(Next episode: there’s no place on Mars for people like me!
Among other plights of the imaginative race...)
Copyright © Susan Piwang | Year Posted 2013
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