There was the eternal difference,
always around no matter where i was,
or who,i was with.
singling out, that i was doomes to live with them,
but not of them. There was the external difference,
I would have been ardently proud to have. I had my own and separate road, as lonely and as hard as it were, I found my way through.
little did we all know, it was a road in which later years, would make them wonder how I came to tread it; and why it had to be me, to walk the walk.
