It's like a rain storm

In a desert.

Doesn't fit,

Doesn't belong.

I'm like a shadow

In the dead of night

In a pitch black town

No such thing.

It's like two dozen apples

Hanging from the orange tree

In the dead of winter

Not quite right.

I'm like a lamb

In a den of lions

In the grasslands of the unknown

Almost forgotten.

It's like a west-coast girl

Trying to decide

What's right

And what's east.