The unidentifiable beauty of being the first one of my kind.

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As I walk down an anonymous street
and see a man begging for some cash
I know I never slept on concrete
never looked for food among the trash

I’m not that kind of person
common sense or just some luck
So many unfortunate people of that kind
but the world doesn’t give a fuck

As I saunter thru a bright lighted city of sin
Jump away for some banker’s limousine
I know I never be part of those who win
won’t be some aristocrat losing his head at a guillotine

I’m not that kind of person
common sense or just integrity
So many greedy people of that kind
but the world has given in to superiority

As I bimble the back roads of keeping up appearances
gazing at fake smiles and illusory happiness
I know who I am and it’s just that
no need to lie, no need for competitive madness

I’m not that kind of person
common sense or just plain self-esteem
So many snooty people of that kind
religiously believing that scheme

As I stroll through a village where gardens compete
hearing the grass grow in a community rhythm
I know my look on nature has a different heartbeat
and has an allergic reaction to front porch authoritarianism

I’m not that kind of person
common sense or just healthy maladjusted
So many rose pruning people of that kind
convinced that nature is to be mistrusted

As I amble along shop windows full of bargains
see happy faces with a bag of superfluous things
I know I don’t want to be one of the unpersons
controlled by commercial marionette strings

I’m not that kind of person
common sense or just some luck
So many brainwashed people of that kind
but the world doesn’t give a fuck

As I meander thru life meeting people of all kinds
sadly some of them are the last of living history
while newer generations live with indoctrinated minds
Free will is at its end and will vanish brusquely

I’m not that kind of person
common sense or just not that blind
I’m not a member of that dying breed
I’m the first one of my kind.

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