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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