Normal

There are chances, Some we take. We cross lines; Some real, some fake; Given certain circumstances. We are casual And sometimes not. Our formal self Appears a lot. That is usually usual. We must question, More or less. We pray to God Our souls to bless. Often it is a confession. There are night dreams, And daydreams too. They are not real But get us through; And our baser self redeems. Due to certain circumstances, We are normal Are we not? we just conform, And take our chances.