Brainwaves whir from corner to corner of my cranium,
Causing me to think in a different key.

The odd part is that there is no real "base" key -- our minds, see, are like
Mutts, but there are no such thing as pure-breds. We all have
A little bit of this and a little bit of that.

Schizoid, schizophrenic, autistic, bipolar, depressed, anxious, borderline -- these are 
All the ways they try to put boxes around our being.

But what's the "normal" state of being, anyways?

Thinking like everyone else until we are all wearing the same tattered business suit
That says "sucker" on it in a pristine nametag?

Or is it more like a box of chocolates with all caramels?

Either way, the lack of surprises bore me.

I'm not saying illness is some divine label we should embrace, no no no.

I'm saying that life isn't about brackets we place things in.

Live your life. 

Forget about the pathology.