The Misfits (going awol)

 

The Misfits (going AWOL)

 

My head is in the clouds,

My mind is drifting somewhere else.

My ears are on the ground,

My feet are taking me to stranger places.

Is my reality the same as yours?

I don’t care!

’Cos bless my soul

I’m a misfit

Going AWOL

from my sanity,

Watch me fall

I’m a misfit

Going AWOL

from society,

Off the wall.

I'm an outsider, outcast, freak, iconoclast

Everywhere and nowhere at all.

I’m a misfit, just a misfit,

That’s all.

 

My eyes are on the sky

But your imagination’s run off its course

Your limbs are strung out on a beat so mindless

It destroys all thoughts

Is your reality just having a laugh?

I don’t care!

’Cos you'll get there

We’re the misfits

Going AWOL

From our sanity,

Watch us fall

We’re the misfits

Going AWOL

from society,

Off the wall.

We’re the outsiders, outcasts, freaks, iconoclasts

Nowhere and everywhere at once

We’re the misfits, just the misfits,

That’s all.

 

My head is in the clouds, my mind has drifted somewhere else.

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Simon Marks

Thu 23rd May 2013 02:57

Many thanks Lynn!

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Lynn Dye

Wed 22nd May 2013 20:54

Hi Marksy, as a fellow part time misfit, I really enjoyed this poem :-)

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