What's the point

Of being normal

All you have

Is familiarity

And in a world

Where life is difference

That's the same

As ceasing to be.

What's the point

Of being sane

Why not enjoy


At least you get

To be original

When you forsake

Your clarity.

What's the point

Of smiling nicely

All your life

Becomes a lie

A source of joy

Begins in sorrow

And I'm not sure

So don't ask why.

-San Chewie Carpenter