A Genius In The Making
Younger Meji, wrapped in cloth..
.. No one could foresee his skin so soft..
A little boy born with brown hair
as he grows up he'll take every dare
He cannot be beat, this seems to be true
Laughs at the pain that has always ensued
Mid-life screen, the boy acts foolish
Elementary school term, the boy seems abolished
Never fitting in, medication taking over
Boy reacts to situations, his emotions not sober.
Within the boy lies a genius at hand
He cannot live like this, lost is his ability to withstand
Determined to be recognized ha cannot lose
Medication now gone, his emotions short fuse
Learning control, teenage age..
Meji tries to suppress, his undying rage
Having it rough, things seem not right
As tough as he is, he's never won the fight.
Sixteen years old, Karate has helped
The beast inside, beaten it whelps
Mellow now, and sleepy in class
Meji answers regardless, determined to pass.
Revered by some, he's made his path
Can't look back he's happy with that.
I.Q. One twenty-one
All he wants now is to have some fun.
Earning his friends, it's been so hard
Given his past it's been surprising so far
Like a phoenix revived he's back from the ash
Won't get rid of him so quickly, it's not his time to pass
Death seeks him out its happened before
Can't seem to shake him, the only battle he scores
One, two, three, no four. Time's he was suppose to die.
God keeps watch over his genius, must have something important for this guy
Fallen in love with a girl named Lauren, he tickles her nose.
Keeping in his mind that he thinks she knows.
Undecided on what to do he wavers to tell
His feeling to her he can't seem to spell
Genius in the making has so much doubt
He suffers so much trying to figure life out
He wonders why people are so troublesome
He wonders why life is oh so bothersome
Still for that girl he continues to live
Ready to protect her when his time comes to give
His life is rich, probably the best to be had
He's not rich, not poor but in love it's obvious to be said
Love is a great thing love is to be had..
Once he was stupid just to think it was a fad.
Chased before just to be put down
This time he thinks he's found solid ground
Finally the genius is coming to an end
His life finally coming to a bend
Death failed in his ability to take
His determination to have the dream he made
Finally recognized. Finally heard.
His soul finds solace in watching only one girl
He's found his purpose he's found his peace..
He's found what it is, what being a genius truly means.
Yeah yeah, it's a love poem. I had to do it, it's actually my life story up to this point. ^_^ I guess with some guitar and a proper beat it could be a song but it was meant for a poem >_< A... really long poem >_<