What is normal?

What is Normal?

So what is "normal"? I hesitate to define the word in a normal way,
It seems to be what a lot what people strive for each and every day,
As if it was a sign that they are the chosen "normal,"
One through whom everyone can know about an eternal norm.

I am deciding the quest for normal is getting more and more boring,
Like boring into wood I'm getting pretty close to snoring,
Normal is more black and white than colored, otherwise how could we know,
Where to find that normal person, finally ready to grow?

Beaten up unprotected, drugged and told many lies,
People full and crap and pissy take me for a ride.
Full of tales some false, some true, I fly higer than a kite
Did anyone ever consider I might be normal and upright?

Normal is what people want until it's on their plate
A burp, a fart or vomit, whichever more might rate.
Crazy thinking is open to judgment a state many people fear
Crazy doings might get laughs for now until one gets locked in jail.

Let's face it shit does happen, it could be normal too,
Eluding grasp delusions that never seem to fool,
To counsellors and therapy I normally would go,
After all that's what their paid for, normalness good to know.

It may take a magic pill or word I have yet to hear,
For eternity suffering is put on hold, in time I'm told I care,
One day my quest to now of normal may grow old,
If you would like to join the club my phone is now on hold.