Not Like Them

It was raining that day–the day I went for a walk

Most people would stay, all comfy in the house

But I’m not like them.

I was completely alone–to myself did I talk

Most people would be quiet, just as a mouse

But I’m not like them.

I was barefoot then, filthy mud on my feet

Other people wouldn’t have crossed the street

But I’m not like them, am I?

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