He walks a path that's not the same

As others do, but who's to blame?

The world can be a noisy place

For him it's hard to find some space

The sounds, the lights, the smells, the touch

Can all be too much, too much, too much

He finds order in routine

It's how he copes, it's how he dreams

But when the world goes off the rails

And everything turns into wails

He feels lost and so unjust

In a world that's left him in the dust

He's not alone, there are so many

Who see the world in ways uncanny

But when the world is so unjust

Who's left to trust?