Instants of Norm

 

These are the instants that my faint life forms.

The shadows, the light, the eternal fight.

Truth hidden in a history of norms.

 

Excitement is found in vain brainless storms

That light up our life with all of its might.

These are the instants that my faint life forms.

 

The search for life, of living it conforms

To apathy for thought, no search for light.

Truth hidden in a history of norms.

 

Ambition strikes, passion in a blissed dorm.

The substance controls but without it, fright.

These are the instants that my faint life forms.

 

To a business suit, fake smile it conforms.

The passion of youth is now so uptight.

Truth hidden in a history of norms.

 

Old and gray, lived a life of structured quorm.

Words, insufficient in expressing zight. 

These are the instants that my faint life forms.

Truth hidden in a history of norms.

 

-- Andres Gomez

*zight is a made up word . it is a pulp word, it means nothing, and nothing is what i am trying to express in words, that's why i can't express it.

*quorm is another made up word, trying to express a feeling of pulp once again. structured nothing.