mental illness

Misfits

Do you ever feel like your speed is off kilter?
Like you’re walking through time and space by yourself
Not keeping in time with everyone else
 
Your step seems just fine but it doesn’t keep time
With the other feet and toes that walk along the street
Your swagger and pace just do not sway so neat
 
The beat of the drum that the other ones walk to
Seems like a distant and far away sound
Your dreams want to pull your two feet off the ground
 
Your rhythm is different than those that conform
But this is all right if your speed is your own
And it picks up and slows as you walk down the road
 
For the misfits and the lovers and the artists keep time
With a different kind of rhythm from their own unique mind
So choose your own colors and paint your own rhyme !