If sanity is normal,
Then I want to be insane.
Because normal is ******* boring,
And boredom induces mind numbing pain.

I want to write backwards,
With my non-writing hand,
And I want to travel though Nations,
With only a map to see where I stand.

I want to meet strangers on buses,
Telling them about my day.
Smiling hopefully at her faces,
In that extroverted kind of way.

Then I want to go home,
Making a cup of tea.
Drinking the comfort knowing,
I'm part of a minority.