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Except For Me
I danced, while the world laughed,
they thought me a fool,
frantic and wild, “unhinged”
they shouted with contempt,
for my joy they could not feel,
and my pity for them smiled,
for the music was heard only in my head,
they refused to listen,
they refused to hear their own,
their lives, boring and blasé,
were deaf to the truth of being,
pleasure escaped their mundane,
feeding their lie, that happiness
should be sought, but never truly lived,
and its laughter, never laughed,
and its song, never sung,
and their world was quiet and still,
except for me.
