My fantasy isn’t a hyped up ambition,
One where I am scoring the winning touchdown.

The visions that I possess are normal aspirations,
To be considered average is a craving I desire.

Hungry for that typical American Dream,
When abnormalities was always the theme.

Battling for a normal life that consists of joy,
Not fighting for that big house or fancy car.

After all the struggles and despair I encountered,
Normal would be enough to satisfy my appetite.