When Normal Is Your World Poem by James McLain

Tell me what your normal is, tell me what is mine?
Does it work for me the way yours does?
Iron men deep when sleeping in your car.
Swimming in the gulf, I watch the moving stars.
How your sound of music judgement poorly driven,
drives me here and there away and back insane.
Turned inside out the painted lines the pitted track.
Two minds one goal, when normal is one mind.
When two worlds colide
and nothings left and no reason is your only word.