Never Find My Way, Never Fit In I am a man lost at sea, A fog-bewildered soul Always peering through the murk, Never spying a friendly port. I am a man out of place, A square-shaped peg Jammed into a round hole, Never finding a proper fit. I am a man wandering the wild, Roaming far from the warmth Of welcome roof and hearth, Never following the path home. I am a man out of his element, A fish out of water Gasping for breath, Never catching a break. I am a man roving a wood Cloaked in grim shadow, Searching for a sunlit lea, Never reaching the forest's edge. I am a man out of touch, Reading outdated books, Writing outmoded works, Never thinking like the crowd. I am the wrong man In the wrong place At the wrong time, Never getting it right. Will I ever find my way? Will I ever fit in? Ever? Never.
Here's another piece worth re-sharing right now — "Never Find My Way, Never Fit In", in particular the part about being a man "reading outdated books".
I read, and I read a lot, but I probably don't read the sorts of books writing world literary snobs think I SHOULD be reading.
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