The older I get

Never cared to fit in,

always danced to my own beat,

but the older I get,

they stumble more on my feet.

 

The times are not the same,

somewhat I haven’t changed,

but the older I get,

they tell me more that I’m strange.

 

Everyone is on a different world,

absently minded on their phones,

and the older I get,

it bothers me like never before.

 

With every year that has passed,

I’m convinced I don’t belong to this time,

and the older I get,

I have accepted that is not a crime.

 

 

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