I walk among them
But do not belong
Like a black rose in a garden of dandelions
I remain isolated from them
And let life pass over me,
Like the ocean passes over the sand on the beach
I act like them to belong
Like a piece of clay,
Ever conforming
But my true nature remains at the core of my being
Never seen
Never tainted
Sometimes I will fly away,
to another land
and return mysteriously
like the phases of the moon
I wax and wane as I please
But one day
I will leave and never return
Like a breeze
I pass through