Poetic Rants...

come along

You and me,

We’re different from them

Rare and precious

Can’t you see?

We don’t fit in,

Fortunately.

As I know a place to be.

Where, we’d be free.

Come along, come along.

I’m going on a journey, that’s forever long.

Don’t you mourn, here’s a song,

To tell you, where I’m running to, is where we belong.