The other side of normal; forward
motion progressing to what is actually
the natural state of being a person,
meaning I don't care how old I am;
nothing can stop what I have become

It was a chase or maybe a pull to
please my upbringing but what looked
good on paper wasn't what or who I
really was

Normal has a downside; not falling
but instead a remnant flickering in
the dark; a curiosity but not a life to
believe in

No longer drawn to external forms;
all that is left is to know what you
believe because you already know
enough to tell us without preparation

You said it once; your mistake is
that you didn't write it down so now
you can't find what you already know
about what is worth fighting for and
what you should be afraid of

All you have to do is stop worrying
because whatever is happening in the
news is intended to make you look;
don't look, what good is it to you?

But are you living in a good place;
does it help the way you feel about
who you are and what you want to
do because if not, then what are you
doing?

The best thing you can be is humanistic
no matter with whom you are speaking
because what could go wrong when the
gentle truth of who you are and how you
care is always moving forward?