The secret to genius
Is so much more than your genes,
Its the shadow of a darkness
Where you have never been
Still burrowing further
Towards a safe retreat
Not knowing that the journey
Starts at the end of wit.
You have never done your share,
You never ever can
For just when you feel you are there
You shall pass that phase again.
Its nothing like discovering yourself
But all about letting go
Not knowing whom to call for help
When you are both your friend and foe
too busy juggling your broken parts,
Biding that sweet time as art,
Setting out on a vacation
With a void in place of your heart
When the knapsack of all that you are not
Starts weighing on your back
And all that you thought you were
Is already ransacked.
It doesn't make sense
You would say in the end
even when the end itself
Is a constant presence
Reminding you that there's still time
To live the end
When the only secret to genius
Is this moment.