We Do What We Do

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Another poem from myself. Written a couple years ago. The meaning is pretty easy to figure out. For some reason I feel like sharing my writing on the weekends.

In all that is right, and all that is wrong

Our mind always questions, what is going on

We do what we do, and say what we say

We all seem to do it, our own unique way

Do not question, the people around you

They are only doing, the things that they do

A precious quality that we hold very dear

Is being ourselves when others are near

I hold out my hand while you shun yours away

But I?ll continue this action, every single day

You may not know, or may not admit

When you need a hand, just ask for it

You say that I?m wrong for being so kind

But something is screaming in the back of your mind

Maybe you need, just a little help

But your pride will not allow your feelings to be felt

A smile upon my face as I slowly walk away

But keep an open eye for that upcoming day

When you know this is me, and know that is you

And learn to accept, the things that I do

You may not agree, and think that it?s wrong

But you?re glad that I have now come along

Your journey through life as you stumble and fall

As we continue to walk, down that great hall

The hallway of life with so many doors

You open them up, but stare at the floor

You?re afraid to enter, and leave the way

You?ve lived your life, every other day

You watch as I open, and run through them all

But always return, to my friend in the hall

So join me today as we walk hand in hand

I?ll show you a new route back to the land

Follow me now, as we walk through the crowd

The opposite direction, as they?re yelling aloud

Why do we continue, to do what we do

Because we?re a little different, just like you