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...)