Geniuses Aren't Made to Win
'Failure' I say in describing myself
4'3" my dreams on a high shelf
The tools people say I need for success
What everyone says I should get
Except for the lack of concentration
The death of grades
And a lack of self motivation
That leave me disabled on that front
My brain speaks in a different font
The words of others haunt
While I lie awake
Thinking about "the greats"
And their fates
Unseen until they came to the pearly gates
Will I share that fate?
My words unknown
Until I am to my final home
Only to have my words become
Fodder for a future martyr
Maybe the one that changes the world