Social introverts and a shy extroverts. Dyslectics grading better in spelling. Deaf children who know more words. People with anxiety better at selling.
Kids with ADHD who are more calm. Autistics who can relate better. Paralysed people able to feel their palm. A blind person ready to read every letter.
Who could guess their equality. Could you imagine, you can't tell 'em appart? Who could even think of such a society. Just look at this, humanity's piece of art!
Who could imagine I'm one of ''them''. One alike you and the rest of this place. For we all are a different kind of gem. All shining in our own simple grace.
If there's a ''them'' and there's an ''us''. But none can tell one from another. Is there a ''them'' at all, thus. Then why a ''them'', it's only a bother.
What is disabled these days. After studying the brain and the basics of psychology, all I've ever learned is that we know nothing. Why make a different if we're all the same. And why, when we're all so different, group people who are alike, because no one is a copy of another, yet no one is different at all.
I thought it was Saturday But it's Thursday - That's officially the earliest Any weekend has started this year And it's only March - Where the hell is my life at?
Is it a Déjà vu do you think To fall madly in love With someone on the subway And for the whole experience To be an anticlimax Because they have red hair Like all the other ones?
It's got to be clinical Me wanting to save The World One poem at a time - I mean even supposing I write one every day What's the odds Me staying on message?
( I should say about now It is often at this point In the telling I wish any poem I am writing Was only 4 verses And about something more Than my surreal ramblings Of my Day In A Life...
But to continue this poem of focii ... ) It is the equinox, and even the clocks Have bumped an hour forwards - So the days don't start too early And the afternoons get to drag on - In this country that's how we hang!
So, to bring things to a close, My new Varifocals are just the job - Fast moving though it is The World is clear to me With nothing but a flick of the eyes - And, now I can read their lips, People are saying the most wonderful things! Who knew?
An error as my screen fades to darkness, My life around me disappears. But proof of my existence is harnessed In the organs laid in my ears. My drums are interesting instruments They anchor to more than my brain I would rather hear sound so dissonant Than spectate a silent frame.
Rejoice! in my perspective so dreary, For my consciousness has been saved. Language and music my theory, In life how love is portrayed.