What Is Normal? Poem by Ryan T. Ventresco

The neverending void that some express as life.
Players playing undying dreams and unheard of memories of none.
One day you will see the shaken globe not show anymore snow.
You will feel free, enjoy it!

Looking into your soul from a third party perspective.
What will you see?
Mistakes, Love, Growth, Mourning!
To those that have no emotions, Things will change.
To those full of life, will see the dark.
Don't fret over what you see.
Be thankful that you were awarded this vision.

Blind people often see with more vivid imagination.
Why is that you ask?
They never saw the colors of the rainbow.
So let them choose what colors are in it.
If only to be more grateful for what you have.
I guess greed and money means more.

You are the creator of destiny.
The all mighty creature of habit.
Some raw and untamed, others made of butterflies and flowers.
Who is to say your path isn't superb.
Not me!