Ode to the Normal

"What makes you tick..."
With her head in her hand.
Is it the new day?
Or with which foot you land?

I see you around
In fact, everywhere I roam,
I desire to rid my parts
Of this nagging feeling of home.

I was here once you know,
I bore it quite keen,
I, sponge and consumer
Imbibed in my gene.

It was only for fake
This I know for the truth,
I never fit quite well
Enough, too long in the tooth.

Why then still do I long and I wretch?
I am apart of a part
A dismembered sketch.

The lines are all there
Yet somethings amiss,
The motions are wrought
And I most listless.

Why i am the broken
It's never quite told,
I try to breach on
It's cold and I can't muster the bold.

So, I sit and I yearn
For a time when they'll see,
I've been here all the while
Scanning and Stifling and Longing to be.