A Paradox of Being

To be normal, a quiet glow, A life where no storms may show. Yet deep within, a fire burns bright, A longing to stand out in the light. Born unique, in a brilliant flare, Chained by dreams, by the world’s stare. A sigh for peace, for the mundane, A simple life, free from fame’s strain. The heart desires, to always change, What is absent feels close, yet strange. The unknown calls, a whisper, a plea, A maze of longing, endlessly. But at the core of every voice, Lies a truth, a timeless choice. Normal or special, it matters not, Embrace yourself, for all you've got. So be normal, be unique, be free, A paradox of being, for you to see. In simplicity or splendor, your soul finds might, A radiant life, crafted in your light