Some people know what it’s like not to belong,
To be lost in a place where no part of them should be,
To be mixing chemicals when words are all they think of,
To wish they could dissolve in every solution,
Make medicine and heal the world,
How when the only healing the believe in,
is a sip of Maya Angelou’s dosage of wise words at least three time a day?
To sing Newton’s laws when their mouths are moulded to recite poems,
I know people who know what it’s like to run away,
But the wind blows them back to the same spot,
Some people are lost souls that need finding,
But until the wind stops blowing,
They will stay confined in rooms they don’t belong in.