How It Is To Be A Little Different

In the red world, I choose to be a white shady brown,

A grey mind, with the golden crown,

In the whole wide world, I'm the Proper noun

Does being a little different would take me down?

A small fish in the ocean,

A giant one in the pond,

A wave to the seashores,

Am I allowed to be the dessert rose?

Tell me, how it is to not be who you are?

Just like the flying car,

Exactly, joke right?

Then fight to be a little different,

A tilt to the square, an extra to the less,

An organized, to the mess.

To be rather known for the bad,

Seek to be an unknown with the good,

The crowd is for you, don't be a part of it,

Rarest among the rest, skies are just the limit, cross it.

In the silent world, choose to be a voice,

The soft-spoken noise,

Someone incoherent,

A Little different, and more gallant.