I am a prodigal son to the world
I am the black sheep to its wants
The wild card
I am the square peg in round hole
Stick out
Stand out
I'm not sure anymore
I am like a cactus unchanged in seasons
Consistently inconsistent
I swim against the current
Its how I feed best
Is it unique
Or just another of the several sore thumbs
I am the world's prodigal
Recklessly spending at it's expense
But we all know whose tense here
The world has seen its fair share of sons
It will tell I'm its one
Soon disposed off with other one's
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