Until then...

And there I stood, circled by the others

They know me as I was, not as I am.

The metamorphosis is invisible to them

They stand there with their fingers pointing at me

They seem to say something which I cannot decipher

They want me to be something but they don’t know what

They are a world apart. A void between them and me

They don’t know my world. I wish they did.

They judge me. Their pre-conceived notion plagues their mind from knowing ME.

I smile. And they accuse me of doing so.

Can the mind ever be free from illusions?

Will they ever learn to take others as they are?

They want a perfect life. They want the cake and want to eat it too.

One day they shall see the difference between them and me.

But, until then I shall still be surrounded by them

With them looking at me accusingly

They do not know why

In their eyes I am wrong and they are right.

When will you understand the value of the individual?

Do you want to create clones?

When will the time come?

But, until then I shall be surrounded by them

Until then I shall walk steadfast on my own path.

A path filled with respect to oneself and to others.

A love unknown to others

A path free of prejudices

Until then they shall stare at me as if I am an alien.

There shall be few on my path. But, many more on the other

Until then we shall walk on separate roads. We shall lead separate lives.

My world unknown to you, your world known by me.

Until then I shall be surrounded by them.

With their fingers pointing at me……