Of all the things I'll never be,
By far, the basest one is thee.
So goodbye, Normal, I never knew
What all the world could see in you,
Why comments, lies, and insults form
Against those who don't fit the norm,
Who dance with the moon, live with the stars,
Content to be just who they are.
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I could not wish for purer pain
Than that my life should be mundane.
Though monotony such comfort gives,
The madman's mind in wonder lives,
Of common sense, of folly's fie,
Of each new life that lives to die—
For life's the price of normalcy;
A life well-spent must stranger be.
About the Creator
Mark Stone
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Comments (1)
Great poem!