Normal Way

My thoughts of the future,

lay uncertain and obscene,

with dreams of success,

weighed against,

the lack of knowledge,

of how to succeed,

in what I love,

for a chance to live,

the life I always wanted,

the beginning is rocky,

and I’m afraid of failure,

but I know if I don’t try,

I’ll never know for certain,

and instead of chasing dreams,

I’ll live a life more normal,

with work and marriage,

and die a normal death,

and be stuffed in a coffin,

and buried in a graveyard,

where my body will allow,

bugs to survive,

while I decompose,

in a normal way,

until my body,

has been eating away,

and relatives,

ceased to come visit,

and generations pass,

and I’ll be forgotten,

in a normal way.