Talent loves genius,
But genius steals
From all around.
He is really serious
But unsure of his ground.
Life don’t take place in a novel,
You cant scribble it out;
Leaves an indelible stain
On the soul
And the whole
Of your life
You are left with the feeling
Of incompleteness.
Must I compress
This into detail?
I would
If I could.
I choose not to cause distress,
I don’t forget
My code.
The horse I rode
Took me places
I didn’t want to go;
Sometimes thought I would implode.
The grass don’t grow under a rolling stone
So I have to start believing,
Stop grieving
Fly high and you will know.