To the People Not Imagined.

I may not be perfect. I may not be something people imagine anything of. 

But I am perfectly, exactly where I need to be. 

People get so obsessed with timing, with schedules, with times to arrive upon something, and a time to leave. 

But, thats not for me. 

Sure I am human, and I have those stressors, 

but what makes me who I am, a beautiful mess, 

is that I’m still a blossoming flower. 

I’m learning about the things that count, 

and what words actually mean, 

I’m starting to learn what to let go 

and what I need to keep. 

Its not an easy thing to do, letting go of the things that keep you secure, 

but once its done,

Baby you’re free, 

and suddenly you’re not weighted anymore. 

That’s me a flying spark, light and without weight. 

That’s why I am exactly perfect where I am, 

and why I am different. 

People often ask why they don’t fit in, and I have been one of those people, 

but now I’ve found that all of us, 

were never made to fade into other people. 

We are all afraid to do this however, and those are afraid to live. 

However I am different, and I will take it as my own.

I am unafraid to live, 

and that makes me beautiful in a way I never thought I'd know. 

So here's to us, the People not imagined, 

the damned, the brave, the pioneers, 

the ones who will conquer what they fear. 

Because one day I know I'll do someting that no one in the world imagined could happen.