Not LIke Them

One of a kind

In a world so broken

The right path

Only he can find

A hero of the people

One not afraid to fight

Yet not loyal to any flag

Not in the front lines

Not there for every life

No, not like them

A meaningless weapon

An impenetrable shield

A tool for a greater plan

Yet no property to a king or queen

Not the kind to bend the knee

Not meant for bloodshed or terror 

Though capable

No, not one of them

A spiritual man

One with whom the gods bother

But he's no prophet

Not really a man of faith

Not the type to go to church

Not the type to pray exclusive to one

No, not like them

Someone in love

Someone who cares

A person who thinks them before me

Consent before achievement

Not one to use the right words

Even if he knows them well

Not one who lives his life with the one who matter most...

No matter how much he wants to

Not one who can live a life of joy

And live just for her

No, not like that at all

A seeker of knowledge 

A true scholar

One who sees the true value of knowing

And thirst's for the truth

But he has no teacher

Just whispers lost in the wind

No school to fully immerse 

No chance to focus on an abstract

No chance to broaden a focus

He didn't have a chance to grow before his time to nurture

No chance to e part of that garden

No, not one of those

One of a kind

In a swarm of many

He might be chosen

He might be lost

He may be gifted

He may be cursed

As he beats the world

And the crowd in in awe

As he falls in love

As his heart gets broken

The only thing he know: 

Not one of them.