Necessary To Be Normal Normal Or I Could Have Been An Elephant Poem by Paul Brookes

It's in DNA, that codex which make me special.......
oh don't think I'm preening, it makes us all special, who we are but the one little rewrite and wham.
well we all know where that leads this twisty spiral that makes me me.

the double time helical twist of fate.

beating time, changing to 3/4 instead of 4/4 adding splitting identical but individual that's duality that makes us.....well us.

you are you, the little letters which your dealt; that if in the right order produce a human, frog or a butterfly one more or less and we are not human.

my beautiful Downs mate who always wants to hug me and always has a happy face, oh to that innocent and who is so much more Human than I am.

so what decides, as we cannot see this line of filament stretching back to in our ancestral past linking us to our three degrees of separation, besides DNA?

we are blind and my little cells all say hey you know you're missing something, looking normal on the outside makes you the same.

a bonus you might think.

no, because inside where you can't see there's a fault line running through like Blackpool runs through a stick of rock.

Trust me you don't want to be different a friend of mine said;
so I kept quiet, cause what they can't see makes you Normal.

I have to say though normal's not all that it's cracked up to be.