Different

You know that young boy who sits on his own
Counting stars while the sun is out
Drawing circles in the air
He’s different

You know that old man who yells at others
Waving his stick at invisible mobsters
Pointing the middle finger at the fence
He’s different

You know that guy who types into spaces
Thinking stories out of thin air
Wondering if anyone can ever understand him
I’m different

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