I've been trying to help my brother through some tough times for quite some time now. Unfortunately, he will never read this blog because he doesn't know what a blog is, how to use a computer, etc. A long time ago, he stepped off the merry go round while the world kept spinning on without him. Most people don't understand him, and I don't pretend to understand him all the time either, which is a true challenge when dealing with a troubled mind. But he always has been, and always will be, my brother. And I will be there to do whatever I can to help him for as long as I can.
With all due respect to him, this little known song hints at how someone like him could slip through the cracks, willingly or not, and how others can't, or won't, understand that the reason or cause runs much deeper than appears.
Every time I'm on the street
People laugh and point at me
They talk about my length of hair
And the out of date clothes I wear
They say I look like the living dead
They say I can't have much in my head
They say my songs are much too slow
But they don't know the things I know
I know I don't belong
And there's nothing I can do
I was born too late
And I'll never be like you
In my life things never change
To everybody I seem strange
But in my world now something's died
So I just stare with these insane eyes
I know I don't belong
And there's nothing I can do
I was born too late
And I'll never be like you
Born Too Late - Saint Vitus (1986)
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