High road

Two ways that are different,
Like different thoughts in the mind,
Some new,
Some not even new from the old,
Different kind of humans,
Different kind of humor,
Some act important even when they are not,
Though i do not import what i feel for them,
So neither do i export my chill because of them,
Cause i am an abnormal being,
But normal in an abnormal world,
And like how books fill up,
So does the heart of mankind.

Double_O Franklyne.