An Outcast's Findings Poem by Daniel Richards

I dwell in a different town,
One outcaste, as I brought everyone down,
So special are there glass houses its no surprise to me,
In there classless, obtuse town
That they believe they are free,

Their eyes looking like a psychotic gun,
Visual disturbance as the rising of the clouded sun above,
Their minds working overtime hanging on with all they might to hold steady there paradigm, nothing ever gets done, not unless you was one,

But as I have said,

I live in a different town one outcaste, as I brought everyone down
When in my time of dying, I shall board a different cloud bound to the distant horizon
Whilst they stay in the classless, obtuse town,

I’ll, sail away on a different cloud, to a different place with a different town.
Where the sun shall rise and shall never go down its no surprise to me,
This is the place where class, intellect and life are free,
Page after page I read, volumes of life’s distant ages but what I have found
Is a golden age in a golden town.
And I'm alright now, I’m alright now