Normal

For a brief moment I thought I could be normal Whatever that means.

We deconstruct this idea, And know, we do know, it’s not real And still we dream Of some idealized path to life.

It’s no wonder we have to cross it eventually. There’s an allure to walking alongside a road Instead of crossing it. At least it might lead Somewhere.

I’m barely a person. What have I done Except persist What could be left Except to wander

History isn’t as long as you think it is