What is reality

When my mind is not like yours

When I see colours that you won't

And my ears hear things you don't

What is tranquility

When my feet aren't in their place

When my heart is quickly beating

And my thoughts are just repeating

What is normality

When I do such unknown things

When my words are very different

And my uniqueness so persistent

What is originality

When everything feels the same

When I've heard it all before

And my feelings are such a bore