No Such Thing

There’s no such thing as normal For we’re each of us unique, From our styles – blasé or formal – To our hairdos or physique. What we read or eat or order, Where we visit, shop or sleep, If we’ve come from ‘cross a border Or tend flowers or raise sheep… We are like no other being For, no matter what we’re taught, We all have a way of seeing Tailored to the truths we’ve brought. All our daily interactions, Each experience we know, Either blinds us with distractions Or directs us where to go. Yet the slights and hurts assemble And accumulate as well, Meshed with joys ‘til we resemble All that lives within our shell.