Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my mind pretends
to be
normal
but my soul knows not
lost and forgotten
i try to swim back
to relevance
but my truth
fights it
corrupt
without even taking a step
these words i speak
nonsense
who am i

but, is normal normal ?...

its just to be apart
no worries Joe,
We are from the same fabric

it can get lonely
when the infinite beckons
and folks are worried about cardigans
are you well dressed?
know the beauty upon your doorstep
it surrounds us