You go home and they tell you you’re different.
And your heart beats faster and you smile and sometimes cry
because you know it’s true
but you don’t know who you are
Other than “different”.
And you go to the airport and realize,
Oh, I’m different here too.
And that’s totally okay.
And you dream of the space
where the vibe matches your heart.
And everyone rejoices
in the celebration of differences
While we dance barefoot under the moon.