Drift

Doctors used to talk of me 
when I was in the room
Speaking of psychology 
and all the things we do 

Explained complex minds and acts done  
as my parents gave their view 
As I gained for this talk attraction 
attentive levels grew 


Psychology, sport my only focus 
Sport came natural, fit the bill
academically short generally hopeless 
concentration not my skill

But it was out on the field 
success and progress noticed 
classroom would see it yield 
without anchor I floated 

Many subjects taught in school 
Cause my concentration cease
When eyes wandered up the walls 
then daydreams were released 

examined me for many years 
when I was just a child 
explore my mind for what appears 
intent on adjusting  style 

Acknowledging a certain difference 
left handed in a right handed species 
And as it set in through experience 
understanding man as Lego pieces 

People combine and bonds lock in 
the structure which supports mankind 
and I’m the odd brick damaged broken 
the structure ignores and leaves behind 

But I am still a living creature 
outcast far from desire 
looking at a filled in picture 
from my place out in the wild 

I was the alterna-kid 
the loosely broken Lego brick  
the one stood up when all else sit 
My hopeless life set me a drift
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