Leaving Normal

Just beyond my chamber door
A crow tapped, and nothing more.
The beat of beak on wood,
Echoed out to where I stood.

O’ how my little mind wandered,
To the very thoughts I often pondered.
My legs stayed still, they lost their will,
As a butterfly landed on the windowsill.

The balance of my conducted thoughts,
Would leave a sane man, distraught,
“Leaving Normal” is this mental train,
Where common thoughts leave a stain.

In padded room, dust falls from the ceiling,
Like plastic diamonds in a dime-store ring.
A naked bulb that reflects it all,
Radiating onto the myopic walls.

This side of weird I find myself leaning,
Like the tower of misunderstood reasoning.
Foundation weakened by visions of my past,
New love, new hope and my old days surpassed.