There was a man, on the bus,
Who looked quite normal,
Just your average Joe.
James, I decided to call him,
And James he was. He had a
Soft oval face, blue eyes concentrating
Hard on something. I looked at his
Hands, and saw the blurred outline
Of fingertips solving a Rubik's cube.
It was strangely mesmerizing, and
I decided that normal things can
Be just fine, too.