The Exchange

Four o’clock tea time in the morning air
I’m wearing my green dress
The one with the sash?
Hear them call, call out to me.
I know you never see them.
They choose me, for my looks or voice I know not,
But they chose me.

These select special few are like me,
People who can’t mold, doesn’t conform
Yet they are quiet
They cause no trouble, but they wish
Oh they wish!
Somewhere where dancing is the sport
Singing prized
Manner kind and gentle, no harsh words or ideas

How can I get there?
I know not yet, lest I go prematurely
I will be found when it is time.