Between The Norm Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Variety much up the spice of life;
Varied characters of unique styles, of strife.
There are those who watch it happen,
Then there are ones wondering what happened.

Vacant faces, lost from the nine-to-five ‘routine.’
Time and money limited with validation so keen.
Jogging to look the part, great bodies with small hearts.
Some slip through the cracks of bureaucracy, from the start.

Lonely and lost without purpose or cost to try to understand.
Only God frees from mind-cells and routines not so grand.
They slip through many cracks; there’s no medium bridge.
Many are lost-at-sea without safe shelter or warning of a ledge.