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Jan 2017
What does it mean to be normal?
I haven't the right answers,
But I do have judges, jurors, and observers,
So my free will is lost the moment I leave my conscious,
Dreams were an escape for me, now I watch them combat the white padded walls,
These illusions might be a noble pursuit but I feign compliance,
Deceitfulness compliments sadness or fear
We always say it's okay when it's not,
A thought in general could destroy the world,
Though our worlds compare as ants to the giants of our universe
We may not all walk the same path,
How beautiful it is to end as equals,
One day I may write a lie that becomes normal speech
I'll still be rambling what does it mean.
We all find  something to smile about, for me it's the confusion that is life.
Don't fret on the lost or broken, rebuild and  look to where you'll find happiness
Kyle madill Baker
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