Astorae• Show poetry

It's a strange thing, life. You're born, and all you can do is want. You want attention, you want food. You need it to survive. Then we grow...and separate. Some become popular and succesfull, others become recluse and estranged. They are thought of as nerds. Freaks.

We are the freaks.

The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Gaze at a red planet & see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius within.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they
can change the world, are the ones who do.

A wise man once said "You love a person, not a gender." ~

-Too much sanity may be madness. But the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be- (Miguel de Cervantes)