What are we?
Nothing but two thumb prints
Searching for something
Something unknown
Waiting for normalcy
But it will never come
Because normalcy is nothing
nothing at all
And waiting for it makes my heart dull
Dull to pain, dull to feeling
I just give in and hope to the unknown
That normalcy might be found
But that is fantasy, something unreal
Normalcy doesn't exist
Normalcy isn't real
So how do two thumb prints match
When they belong to different hands
don't ask me
Because I don't think they can