People like me we are not meant to be understood
We don't belong to any crowd
It might almost seem
That we are cursed to be alone.
Our lesson here
is to discover inundating love
On our own, to realise enticing realities,
To imagine innovative ways of living.
People like me we don't belong to anyone
Or any cause.
We belong to nothing
And we serve what is lacking.
We think in colours unknown,
We feel with the depth of our souls.
We speak of things unheard
We see a world ignored and hidden.
People like me we belong to no roads, no walls,
No nations, no planets.
We are the children of abyss,
We belong to the great unkown.