as a child they said i was different
i am indifferent to their claims
i was one of the chosen thousands,
whose names i do not know

we were the classroom dreamers
the quiet, the shy, the lone,
the shamen of other lands
far from forgotten home

we sat in the corners of playgrounds
content to look at the clouds,
dragged from our hiding places,
chosen last for their teams

we became the clowns, smiling in our dreams,
for life is the ultimate joke
scrawled on a jesters jacket
to be read when he turns his back