I long for what’s normal and healthy
I crave the right perspective
In brokenness, I am wealthy
Though healing is my objective
I mourn the loss of what’s right
I grieve this misperception
Old lies have bound me tight
Blurring my heart’s reception
Normal, you once were my king
You reigned o’er me supremely
I had causes to sing
‘Til pain replaced you extremely
I don’t know what I’m made of some days
I wander aimlessly, lost
Intimacy is a fog, a great haze
Broken, distorted, quite a high cost
Trying to figure things out, still
Trying to make a connection
Trying to find a “normal” pill
I’m not asking for perfection
©2006
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Money talks ... but all it tells me is 'goodbye.'