GENIUSES

The feel of knowing
everything, the burden,
the weight. The wise ones,
held down by the chains of
society. They simply know
they know.

This sphere don't appr-
eciate minds like theirs.
Geniuses, their minds rule
out all theories of ancients
recounts. Creating anew.

No concept of time, their
brains, constant on marath-
ons, ticking on like the matyr's
bombs. It hurts, as it re-news,
chewing on rapidly with new Ideas.

Some only want that they
do well, just when they ha-
ve their hands deep In. None
smart and swift, plays fair In
the dark.The mind propels the
tempo of the game.

The catch is always not
far behind.The secrets of
hypocrisy lies deep in the
two faced. When last did th-
ey feel happy, when they feel
traps from their location...