I just want to be normal.

I just want the white picket fences surrounding me, a blue sky overhead, green grass and black dirt underneath, and an old yellow dog leading the way. I just want the straight and narrow, a small circle of friends, three squares a day, and an almighty pentagon to watch over me. I need no golden triangles nor elaborate hexes, no jinxes nor jousts nor old hags to vex me. I just need some peace, love, and understanding. The eagle flies on Friday; the halcyon lands on Sunday. Some day soon everything will be calm and peaceful, fruit for the picking and firewood for the taking. I could pass on the free ‘Bubble-Up’, but some rainbow stew sounds good.