When I was four they tried to test my IQ
They showed me a picture of
three oranges and a pear.
And asked me which one is different
and does not belong,
they taught me
different was wrong.
But now I am Twenty,
I don't let them teach me,
What is the world,
but a Fallacy,
A dream out of a Dream.
Being different was being wrong,
I was always a misunderstood being.
So how does it matter now, I wonder
But there is a part of me, restless.
I am different, but not wrong,
I am right in my own way.
If only the world was blind enough
To see what eyes cannot see.
