So many days have flown by,
How many days till we die?
I glance at the passing people,
To only guess the lives they lead.
Some are rich; some are poor.
Some wear dark clothing; some wear hardly anything.
Some wear promise rings, some carry skateboards.
Some are introverted; some are extroverted.
Some give dirty looks, some give smiles,
Some are lovers; some are haters.
Where do I place in life?
I’m only one of the billions, after all.
But truly, normal ceases to exist.
And you know what...?
So do labels.
