normal

materialistic, superficial intentions
reaching unpredicted narcissistic, egotistical assumptions.
vulnerability crept and crawled and swallowed me whole.
fallen short, fallen deep inside this pleasant, yet dark hole.
able to see the clear picture in front of me, yet incapable of feelin' what the world is tellin' me... to feel.

'cuz it's real. the colourful images to the broken promises.
the broken hopes of the fulfillment of promises,
derived from your own imagination.
it's real. no mistakes in reality's realm, one can only get what fate sells.
'cuz what you see is what you get. no more, no less.
can't ask for more while the time isn't ripe yet.
gotta move at your own pace at the dice's roll, until you pass GO,
is when you reach your goal, of gettin' more.
'cuz now you're feelin' stuck, so struck by something so unexpected,
so unforeseen, so unanticipated. you're just waiting for what comes next.
hoping that whatever it is will ease the pain, stop the rain,
make you feel less insane from this stupid game that you so often play.
like the tea cup ride that spins you round and round,
with the loud muffled sounds, you zone out,
just hopin' and wishin' and waiting
for that moment when it stops...
stops...
just stops.

where the world is still noisy, yet so silent,
like the old game that you used to play, back in the day, where you can win with anybody you face.
the world where you can't be beaten,
the world where the world can't beat YOU.
your solitude. your place of
rest. comfort. and security.
where difficulties are minimal.
where you actually feel "normal",
respond with "i'm fine" without lyin',
back to normal...
back to being free.
being me...
like how it USED to be.