I Am Normal
To define happiness is to define individuality.
Each person has their own secret paradise.
A place where no one can enter nor wants to enter.
Every now and then a little piece of these places are
let known.
Most of these tidbits of strange ideas can be shrugged
off by others.
I suppose it’s a good thing that while inside our paradise
we’re alone with our thoughts.
For sometimes I feel as though I’d like to run away from
myself.
Image what others would do if they could know or
understand my world.
Forced to conform into society, we suppress our secret
whirlwind of thoughts.
Only sometimes it becomes too much and we burst,
hopefully we’re alone when that happens.
The more open minded and exposed we are the further
our minds wander.
Making it difficult to come to reality or what we’ve been
taught is reality.
What will the day hold for us when everyone is living in
their own “paradise” instead of our conformed
reality.
Copyright © Becky Keeney | Year Posted 2007
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