Get branded as an oddity
to edicts I don't conform
Mundane most practices
in routine I can't perform
Cosseted in nothingness
bonds me with innate core
Drifting in surreal abyss
not since explored before
Often get sneered upon
for choices past made
Some fueled by passion
few had ominous shade
It's about perceptions
for right deemed wrong
Most may or never learn
as who I were all along
What seen is illusion
from reality far apart
I am sort of a paradigm
resolutely living my part
In moments of reflections
from all I stand removed
Some see me just vegetating
but light years I've moved
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