The Little Different Beat
I guess I always walked at a little different beat,
Then those around me,
Like a polar bear in the heat,
I never seemed to fit in, you see,
Singing a melody different from them,
And dancing in my own way.
The notes of my dreams make a song,
and the rests of my thoughts make the chorus,
I sing lound and strong,
Even when all say, "Come and join us,"
As I write my own melody and song,
And show them all who I really am.
This poem is about:
Me