Out of Sync
Sometimes fitting in is worse than standing out
I sing a song without a melody
A chorus without a choir
I’m a band without instruments
A DJ without a crowd
I even sing without a sound
The lyrics never leave my head
The words don’t always make sense
I play a different tune depending on my mood
I practice from sun to moon
But my music is never ready
And my song will never die
My lungs breathe like a symphony
Every day I write new lyrics
I live to the beat of my own drum
I may be offbeat, but I create my own rhythm
This wasn’t the tune I was given but the melody that I make
I dance to my own songbook
Some days I’m instrumental
One day I’ll be an orchestra
About the Creator
Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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Wonderful!