This world is forever evolving,
Every part of it changing.
And of course so do we,
Our thoughts in this thing we call society.

Funny people aren’t we,
We impose our ideas on each other,
Call each other out,
To the point each of us crouch down in a corner,
hoping to be what we know as normal.

But in this forever changing world,
Am I the only feels like I’m in the wrong time?
Like my body would’ve been loved eras ago,
And I’m stuck here and this is fate playing some twisted joke?

Am I the only one who is confused and puzzled,
This concept everyone knows as best or normal?
Besides who decides?
You, me, us?

When I look around all I see,
Is people thinking why am I like this,
oh why me.

Which makes no sense to me,
We made the choice, didn’t we?