Forgive me, I probably suck quite a bit. I haven't attempted to write anything in a while. Boring, normal, simple. That's all I ever am. I'm not special or different, not heavenly or damned. I don't stick out as a sore thumb or rose in field of thorn; I don't act though I'm 'bout to die or soon to be reborn. I'm more than a small speck of dirt, yet less than all the sky. I'm nothing else but normal; And that you can't deny. And so I'll wait for something more for this cannot be all, and I will remain patient- keep waiting for my call.