None of us has ever experienced what it is like to be anyone else,
To be inside their heads, thinking others' thoughts,
Which leaves me with the puzzling question of how "normal" came to be.
I realize it must be based on general patterns of behavior
But all behavior stems from thought
That is translated to action
So did one person come up with this "normal" thing
And then the followers latched onto his dogma
Now, today, this is what we deem acceptable?
As for me, I don't believe in following.
I glory in the fact that no one on this planet,
In this universe,
In all of space and time,
No one thinks or feels exactly like me.
I am unique.
From the way I stir my coffee
To the way I make love
From the way I dance in my underwear
To the way I hear music
From the way I kiss
To the way I process my surroundings
No one is me.
No one will ever be me, ever again.
I live life accordingly, celebrating me
Because the world will never be the same
Once I leave it for other things.