life for the prisoner of a life of normality is like being a passenger in a metro train: you sit down most of the times you are tired walking around half asleep in a dense emotionally heavy body, trying to go home from an underpaying overated boring job. You move from situation to situation like atrain moves from stop to stop. Something about it doesn't feel right but you never seem to be able to put your finger on it. every now and again someone gets off your train (lose people) and someone else gets on (new people), but at the end you reach your stop without realising that  you wasted your entire life with what others think of you and not what you think of you.