I ache in callous analysis, cannot
Sleep. I vanish in lucid reverie,
Cannot remain awake. Normalizing
Is a bitter struggle, makes me irritable.
It doesn’t come easily at all, but becomes
A fixation of a failure forever incomplete.
It is wheels within wheels how people
Effortlessly live within these clockworks
So fanciful and exotic to me, yet define
It as the humdrum meter of the greater
Number of the human race. Perhaps,
It’s what draws lines between us and them.
It shouldn’t worry me for I can still fit in
And stand out simultaneously unlike most,
Which would indeed seem like quite a boast
Had I not lost the threaded key between analysis