Different.

I was born into a society not of my own
One focusing on a box of lights instead of the chirping of birds or the emotion of a weeping willow
We ask questions like, "who wore what?"
When we should be asking, "what does living mean to you?"
We're blinded by the value of money, the only place we find beauty
But no, the way the stars a-line in the midnight sky, no that's just useless, not worth a damn cent
You cannot package the feeling you get as you watch a golden sunset
You cannot gamble with a million shooting stars
And you sure as hell cannot sell the kindness of a stranger

Sometimes I believe I'm mentally strange for hating this era or even for wishing to be born sixty years back, but could I be blamed?
I think that's part of the reason making friends doesn't come easy to me
People get so sucked into the corruption and all of their 'problems' are bullshit to me
I could give a rats ass about who has cellulite on their bum
Or "who just tied the knot!"
Tell me your theory on your favorite poet's thought process
Or argue with me about the actual emotion a weeping willow emits
Nowadays everyone would die to have this extravagant life, but that's just a contradiction in itself
I do not comprehend that at all
I don't want to have an effect on this society that I have to buy into
I want to effect this world with my mind, with my literature
I want to make the world question themselves, I want to make you think
I yearn for the world to realize and appreciate all of the beauty that is right in front of you