Words don't often fail me; if they did
I'd be in trouble. But sometimes they do.
Sometimes all things go wonky, and get rid
Of what is normal. From my point of view,
And most, I think, this annoying. But
If everything went always by the plan
Never making us go " wait, wait. What?"
Life would be boring. As it is, it can
Be normal, usual, routine, and yet
Just when we think it's all too simple, we
Can see the world seem to at once forget
The ordinary, and grasp fantasy.
The world in which I have no words is one
In which there's something new, and that is fun.
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