I know I’m not normal
In the sense I want to be
And I can’t make the world conformal
Or the center of it me
I lived day to day always in the same day
Caught in a mind I didn’t know
And I couldn’t will it drink it or drug it away
So I had to find some way to go
I went to the wife the doc and the shrink
Anywhere for some relief
All I was given was a little pill so pink
And told to take it with belief
It took a long time to get the right pill
To do what my mind needed of it
Then at last one worked and my mind got its’ fill
Yet I needed something more to get full benefit
Off to a rehab to learn to live anew
And learn how to re-think
So many things I had to learn to do
And the process would at times stink
The process has been painful the process slow
The trip has been a wild ride
But for all the troubles I’ve seen myself grow
And my smile is a mile wide
Categories:
conformal, depression, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: Narrative
panic attacks and hot flushes
we smile at children’s blushes
embarrassment at the slightest error
fills us with terror
just how should we feel
these emotions they cant be real
am i ill or am i not
you cant see any snot
is life normal
or conformal
society has gone astray
for most have lost their way
ergonomic is the word
please apply it to the herd
sculpted to be efficient workers
the ill labelled as shirkers
free us from this hell
please someone ring the game over bell
round two will begin
we will be led without sin
the truth will prevail
the evil go to jail
Categories:
conformal, health, life, on work
Form: I do not know?