N O R M A L

Hanging on the edge 

Almost normal 

Things going back 

To the way they were before 

And just like that 

A wind pushes me over 

And normal becomes a memory 

I’m falling

Hanging onto normality by a thread

Trying just to hold myself up 

But maybe I wasn’t made for normal 

Maybe I’m not made for solid ground 

Maybe I was made to leap 

So I could learn to fly 

Or maybe I’m supposed to plummet 

And learn how to fall

I know I’m not made for this 

This constant death grip on normal 

I need to let go 

And see what happened 

Maybe I’ll find something better

Then the solid ground I stood on before