the knowing

the world looked at him sideways

edged past quickly to give him space

to their eyes, he seemed rather weird

a thing to be shunned rather than feared

he did not fit neatly into their plans

conceived carefully or crafted by chance

he did not know how to follow their rules

(sired as he was perhaps by fools?)

everything about him seemed so wrong

(what was right was he did not belong)

why, even the tide fought him at first swim

and in life, only a handful understood him

yet his great glorious strength did stem

that of the handful – he was one of them.

ram cobain