"Normalicy"

 

 

 

Normal, no meaning to this word

Subjective, this is my version to the undecided word

Weekend nights spent finding beauty in tunnel vision

Week day nights, running away from the threat of reality

Rediscovering the railroad tracks,

Trying for the lost in a big world that is a small town

Walking hills and alley ways

Next rush moment

Days curled in between the heat of inspirations love

Wondering will I see her beauty again

That girl that’s got me crushed

That boy that’s got me twisted

But this is the remix, summer’s version

For that usual day someone can call ‘normalcy’

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:42AM Mon 05/12/08 �Devil Inside� Utada Hikaru ok, writing, forced, thought, found some flow, 3 bowls (Typed, Prides)