Peculiar

I used to be weird

Life and it’s square pegs

Against my well rounded thoughts

Age has changed me

Scars are flags won now

I drift subject to subject

Rather than wander aimlessly

Well others saw aimlessly

My horizons changed

My journals filled twice over

The lion’s heart always roars

We just change the pitch

I look upon my younger people

They count in differences

While I count in similarities

However I know they too will change

Weird grows into peculiar

Yet We booth see the other strange

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