The road wasn't the usual...

I stood at the dawn,of
A couple of roads,parallel...



One of them,matured,and shabby
The other,smelling of fresh,wild grass...


I had to walk a road,for
Parallels could never meet...


My fingers,they smelled of fresh filth,and
People called me different...



I was never a rare,just that
The road wasn't the usual.....