Stay Away From Morgidaur
Stay away from Morgidaur they told me. He has the craziest ways.
He thinks differently than the rest of us;
there is something wrong with him.
This was my tribe, my neighborhood, my block, my world.
Did they not know that I had never felt, thought or expected to fit in?
Did they not realize that my musical notes were not on their scale?
I ran to Morgidaur to find out if his patterns were my patterns.
If his tunes were my tunes, if we could create a little friendship.
He did not speak of people, he did not gossip, he was global.
He spoke of ideas, ideals, things beyond the block.
I had found my first forever friend.
His spirituality was refreshing because it was my spirituality.
I had always thought I was alone in my thinking but now here he was.
Morgidaur and I began seeking each other out,
because of our united interests.
We became the best of friends, twin souls in a sea of the soulless.
Now they tell others to stay away from Morgidaur and me,
And frankly, we are too busy being enthusiastic about life
To worry about any gossip or snippiness from the rumor-mongers.
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