The normality we seek is not there,

We want something predictable,

Something we can foresee and foretell,

We dislike the events that spring upon us,

Haze them with threats never to come again,

The rain pours when we sunbathe and we shudder,

The sun shines when we wrap up warm and we shout,

We wait for a bus that never arrives,

We forsake the new journey it puts in our path,

The future is not now,

Why do we look to divine it,

Why spoil the surprise of events yet to come,

Simply sit and wait,

And take what comes your way,

When that next bus passes you by,

Just see what new experience follows behind.