I want to be the bozo on the bus who nobody notices part of the scenery of life I don’t want to have to sit with all these strangers share the times I fucked up and the mistakes I made I want to be the bozo on the bus who walked a straight line I don’t want to have to explain my every addiction why I chased those first feelings I knew were high flying birds and I could never catch them I want to be the bozo on the bus who can drink one beer without having to drink one hundred the guy who wears normal clothes has a normal job, normal friends, normal money in his pocket and not moth eaten memories I want to be the bozo on the bus but I’m not.
Desire for what we perceive as normality ......or is it?
Inspired by a comment at an AA meeting
Nice compliment