Normalcy

He walks down these midnight streets, he

hears echoes through dim-lit Normalcy.

While one wonders in unison

more self-exposed lies that soul alone.

It is that breath we hear,

that drive -a call- to run,

that wont for all things fun,

that gut-wrenched laugh shame fear.

Hooded and hidden this psyche,

here;

seeks no further idiocy-

secretly- for normalcy.

But under specs of gold above,

(though looketh not)

transient patience. See self dissolve.