Peculiar

One two three and four
I’m the rhythm to its core
Society never holds my hands
I find my own way to make you understand
Peculiar has a chance to stand

Under the night sky I’m transformable
My heart is light as a feather
My mind expands to the horizon and beyond,
while my soul wafting through the current

To the finest place, where all the colorful eggs lay
To the coldest mountain, bearding the everlasting air blasts
Or to the strangest valley, listening to the old folklore in cuddle

I’m the weirdo like a glowing crystal ball
breaking all the rules as I go along
Blue, green, purple or orange, they don’t matter across the circumference

If you ever caught me floating please bring in two bottles of champange
We’ll celebrate till this world comes to an end