I don’t want to go crazy,
I don’t want to be sad
Or depressed
Or enraged
Or hysterical, manic, overjoyed, and delusional

I want to be normal
With a wife and three kids
Live in a big house
Eat steak and eggs for breakfast
And work for my money and be proud of what I do

I want to have a yard,
A dog
Smoke cigars when it’s nice out
I want to listen to dull music
With dull ears in the evening hours

I don’t want to see a doctor
I don’t want to gnash my teeth
I’d like to grow up like my neighbor’s kids
Say only things
That don’t stand out for anybody

At night,
Under my blanket
I would like to feel covered
Warm, but not too warm
Cool, but not too cool
Just, covered

My DNA aside,
Why shouldn’t I be just like everyone?
I can be
Boring
In a good way, can’t I
Be just everyday?

I don’t want to go crazy
But I think
I might
I think I will
But when I do, will you still listen to me,
And tell me how boring the things I say are?