If normal is as normal does.
Then normal is as normal was.
If normal makes it all OK.
Then normal is the only way.
If normal does not fix the pain.
Then normal is what we restrain.
In looking at what we believe.
As we’re groping to achieve.
The normal, that just went askew.
As we learned and as we grew.
The normal that we’d try to be.
The normal that we'd always see.
In the words of those who cared.
And in the words of those impaired.
For normal is as normal does.
If normal ever really was.
By Tom Clark, Copyright 2008
Copyright © Tom Clark | Year Posted 2008
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