I dream of things that never were and live for things no one cares for. I am different from the rest, asking questions and such. The fog travels in and the dreams they come. I chase them away with my loudest voice, and the foolish waving of my arms. Still they come again. I don't want to be like them, mindless drones, I want to think, life and know. I want to learn develop and grow. Leave me now like the wind blowing past, leave me be.