The Curse

I wrestle with a number of routine judgments and trials
They’re counting days til I’ll be dead, or change my style
Assumptions made by strangers every day
Like they’ve read my files
Laymen relate with jokes they make
The catch to my laughter’s I’m forcing a smile
Wasn’t my plan today
But go ahead and laugh away
I’ll reach for the peak of it all maybe you’ll see more to me
Wave a space in the sky, help your satellites find decency
Sail face to the wind, break conditions you’ve placed so hastily
My beauty does not fit into your box, so stop trying to make it please
It’s the curse of pioneers, but I know
I got a good thing going here
It’s the curse of pioneers
But I know I got a good thing going
And I’m doing
Better, every day
Because of those who stay aware
That we’re as great as we make
And not all differences need to be so explained