I choose to be weird.
It didn't choose me. I could have been mainstream.
But a whisper inside, There is more.
What I thought I knew, now becomes what I once believed.
Seeking answers only unearths more questions.
And as my knowledge builds I find myself more alone.
A chasm stretches where there once was common ground.
Onward I go searching. Inward I go looking.
Death will of course bring truth.
But to find it first, that is the game.
A game worthy of my being weird.