What is normal?
Is there such a thing?
What is normal for you
Is not normal for me

I lost my sense of balance
There is nothing good
Nor evil nor eternal
Although I fumble for it

It’s twinkling miserably
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
That’s why I live in a fantasy
Even though it’s real life
I see what I want to see

There’s nothing that is exactly a fact
Even a lie which makes one happy
Give me lies, for I could dream
Give me lies, for my anxiety fades
As I sob bitterly with happiness

Kissed in a sigh after a bitter smile
So I believe in small things, very small
Like a soap bubble
Flashed away, breeze scatter

Somewhere in this world
A phantom flower; normal
It is said so exactly
It is supposed to be so absolutely
It could become an elixir
It must be life

To pursue it, might just
Continue a stupid journey
It is a violent poison
It eats human beings
What I have seen
What I have felt
I am the way I am