We smile and laugh
and cry together - yet
There is a wall between us;
the path we met.
Was it fate that brought
the black sheep away,
from its herd to the goats
where it wished to stay?
Was it chance that taught
the monkey to mime,
the clothes of people
the words of rhyme?
It splashes in the water
not knowing how to swim,
while others stream before it
on whimsy, on whim;
To remind it, remember
no matter whom its friends,
It still can't - and never
Shall be truely
One of them.
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