He woke in the morning and nothing was new

Except for the everything kept in his head

He found that he didn’t have much he should do

So often the case with the life that he led

He went for a coffee and looked at the scene

Theatrical drama of life not his own

He thought about living and what it could mean

And if he was lonely or simply alone

He sensed all along that he didn’t quite fit

Emotions kept tidy where others were messed

And if he was cursed he just had to admit

That out of the spotlight he felt himself blessed

He lives in a world so uniquely his own

Imagining thoughts that to no one are known

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