What is Normal

We celebrate normality Steady people with steady jobs Steady opinions, steady habits Steady people make the world go round The abnormal, now, that’s different Ones who need looking after Ones who can’t cope Who don’t conform, don’t fit Who march to their own beat Sing their own song Troubling, inexplicable, antisocial It’s just too hard…

Synaesthesia

At the end of things We are all alone It’s impossible to truly share Experience with each other No one will ever understand How we view the world So we can only see/hear/taste for ourselves A synaesthesia of song/colour/flavour Remembering our perception is unique There has never been anyone like us Nor ever will be…