Oddballs

So here’s to the oddballs, the fit or misfits with-their own themes; waving at the stars, chatting with ocean tide; paint the sky with diverse light…

Walking down the street with-

urban charm, 

saw the folks with colorful attires,

purple hair, 

red pants,

hang around, 

become the oddballs of-

different kinds;

sing their music blues, 

perform the art to -

create momentum.

People stare and laugh,

they don't really mind,

spinning around with-

their own rhythm.

Oddball, oddball, 

living in a world of open-mindedness;

coloring outside the lines,

rebelling in their minds;

embracing all the quirks, to-

make themselves look different,

feel all right;

in a world of ordinary, 

add some special flavors,

odd spirit... 

So let people roll their eyes,

call them oddballs;

keep doing what they want;

make others frown or cheer up;

with every stretch or crunch down, 

humming their own tunes,

be the wieldo they like;

in a crowd of sameness, 

they're the reason why.

So here’s to the oddballs, 

the fit or misfits with-

their own themes;

waving at the stars, 

chatting with ocean tide;

paint the sky with diverse light;

be yourselves, be different, be kind,

create the momentum of your times..

in the journey of discovery, 

you would find your place, 

let the holiday spirit shine…

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