Another One

So, you were born, a helpless man,
Who was a part of divine plan,

And who would not be understood
By people in his childhood.

You were a child, small and funny,
Who learned how to call for mummy,

Whose world was in her lips and hands
And who lived all in wonderlands.

But years passed, you grew strong
And found soon how you were wrong,

Discovered world ahead of you –
The one that alters childish view.

World full of men, so dull indeed.
Where will it go, where will it lead?

Along with men – all old indeed,
Not knowing where it will you lead,

Now knowing how you will soon feel
In being someone other’s meal,

In being someone other’s toy
As they but mock and laugh in joy,

For they have found you as “strange”,
When you appeared in the range.

When you refused to play with them,
When you showed no respect to Sam,

When you was almost all alone
Within your own thoughts and tone.

Man-in-itself in all the aspects,
Without need for fame and respects,

Without wish to behave so…
Not like a soldier in the row.

Oh, boy, not soon you understood
That it was not for bad, but good,

That it was like a road’s stone,
For no one said there would be none,

For no one said there was no price
For understanding of big size,

For possibility to grow
Not sacrificing to the Row.

You were the different, alone,
For many others – road’s stone,

And by some person’s wish for fun
You were then called “Another One”.

You tried to make them understand
That you could give a helpful hand

To help them see the other sun –
But they just laughed: “Another One!”

You tried to help them feel as so
They are unique in that row.

It’s similarity you’ve fought,
You tried to help … they listened not.

Another one you have become
In their eyes in days to come,

In their endless wish for fun …
Thus you have born, Another One!

It would take many days to see
That they were right, and to agree

With their nickname of this kind –
For you are now a man of mind.

For you can now respect the others,
For you can see them as your brothers,

For you can distinguish them all
Though they may look like bricks in Wall.

For you can help them see the sun
When one of them is in the run,

When one of them have not at all
Intentions to be brick in Wall.

You’ve grown to the man of mind,
There are few ones on your side

And even fewer who can grow
To break one day that cursed Row.

So now relax, and just have fun
In being this … Another One.