I've always found myself rather unusual, weird
Do you know what that feels like?
As so many are consumed with their daily tasks
Coming and going, caring and concerning
Being swept away with the dos and don'ts placed upon them
Do you know what that feels like?
Falling and picking themselves up
I've found myself in a state of floating, rather than falling
I feel a oneness with my surroundings, an intimacy with the mundane
Thrill-seekers constantly looking for the next rush
The next alarm that will wake them from their sleeping states
Have they ever seen a flower at dawn, laced in dew
Colours melting across their bodies?
Have they ever seen the way the trees wave when a breeze caresses them?
Thrills aren't far from, they need not be searched and scavenged for
They need only be noticed
I've always found myself rather unusual, weird
But by definition, weird suggests something supernatural
Otherworldly
Connected with fate
What a beautiful way to live
Do you know what that feels like?
Maybe we're not that different after all