Like an imperfect picture of the perfect on a perfect land,
I am a creation created by the creator of creativity,
I find wholeness in my incompleteness.
I live not in the shadows of others,
Life has given me no reason to regard myself with disregard.
Like an enigma in the mainland,
I am necessarily odd.
Unwanted by the unwritten rules,
The legitimate codes give me a nod,
I switch from secludedness to swimming in belongingness.
Like an insane genius in my motherland,
I turned my back to the normal world,
Where the only sage often looks like the only savage.
Embracing my weirdness,
I realise how marvelously normal I can be.