I wonder
About that number
During the summer
The twenty first day
When the sky isn't grey
And the sun will be on display
To those who wish to look upon it
They all have to admit
That nobody really is a misfit
Because like the planets and stars
We all have been carved
And in our own way marked
Everyone is unique
So you should not feel the need
To rudely critique
Those who are different
Have their own talent
And are not transparent
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
I wonder
About that number
During the summer
The twenty first day
When the sky isn't grey
And the sun will be on display
To those who wish to look upon it
They all have to admit
That nobody really is a misfit
Because like the planets and stars
We all have been carved
And in our own way marked
Everyone is unique
So you should not feel the need
To rudely critique
Those who are different
Have their own talent
And are not transparent
