In a world painted with shades of grey,
Where conformity seems the only way,
I wander off the beaten path,
Seeking solace in my own aftermath.

The whispers of the winds call my name,
A melody of difference, never the same,
In the silence, I find my song,
In the crowd, I finally belong.

The stars above, they twinkle and gleam,
Each a reminder of a solitary dream,
In their light, I see my reflection,
A mosaic of beautiful imperfection.

So let us dance to the rhythm of our hearts,
Celebrate the beauty that sets us apart,
For in being different, we truly shine,
A tapestry woven through space and time.