Being Normal

All the boxes assiduously receive their check
The cards have been accounted as in the deck
And the rungs have been climbed without a skip
While expending great energy to keep a tight grip
For fear of failure, fear of a stumble and fall
As well as exposure of philosopher and poet’s call
To explore and dream in color and hues at night
To experience dreams of free soaring and flight
Then to awake and calmly check the next box
As normal, never acknowledging that missing sock
That may be driving us crazy deep inside
But we are normal, sort of, on the outside