I am a paradox.
I have been since my youth.
Wherever I go, I do not fit.
I do not fit with the higher-ups.
I do not fit with the lower-downs.
And yet, I kind of fit with the higher-ups
Until you get to know me better.
And I kind of am a lower-down
When see the place I live.
I am more comfortable with those
Who are lost or on the fringes,
At least for a while,
Though I don’t imbibe
In the liberties of their station.
And I can fool the higher-ups
Into believing I am one of them,
At least for a while.
Sooner or later they realize
That I do not embrace the dogma
That raises them up to their lofty station.
And from then on they see me as dangerous.
And it’s ok. I don’t mind being what I am.
It just means that I have a hard time
Finding a place where I can settle down.
