What Makes A Genius And A Prodigy? - Poem by Kurt Kacich
What makes a genius?
If you were to ask me, it’s a knowledge extremist,
Through the deepest expression I’ve seen it,
And through the thoughts in my mind I redeem it,
What makes a prodigy?
Is it somehow correlated with skill?
Or from birth is it automatically instilled?
Two things I’ve asked myself but can only assume,
The connection between the two,
But through self analyzing I’ve see it more and more,
That even though I never leave that outside door,
Alone, in isolation, I’ve acquired the both in galore,
I would never choose to acquire it in any other way,
The way in which I see the delusion of white and black in a world of grey,
Alone I’ve acquired both shunned from the world in the light of day.
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