This mind of mine seems to be completely different
my thoughts have a different direction.
a wave of people moves north-wards,
while i stay put or go east, west or south
i wonder
am i the only one who takes an hour to think the possibilities, the outcomes
past,present and future
do people really care or mind themselves in the process
I've seen things, heard things, things that bring unjust pleasure
torturing young minds into a criminal's treasure.
one argument ten people
nine agree the last doesn't
i am different
not to be measured by cruelty or some sense of fashion
a passion that's contagious
making minds oblivious
to the possibilities  from each action
think, isn't there more meaning to oneself
or are we unoriginal
following trends
pretend to be someone we are not
my thoughts say fun and humility
the ever green that will soon die and brown
and they will frown
upon their big-headed justice
my mind is different
un-understandable
to both myself and others,
from a close range and far distance