"who am I?"

neurological dimensions that we can't explain, it's a wonderful thing the autistic brain.

Like string theory knotted together, universally poignant with magic to gain.

a spectrum they say like Dorothy's brick road, their life is so normal memories don't wain.

Chemical imbalance neutrons amiss, but they love, they feel, their life's not plain.

Imagine a world you don't understand, there's no two alike, never the twain.

Stand to one side, observe! please take heed, it's life, its normal and it's not a game.