A man, far surpassing his time,
Sojourns patiently for the population
To catch his wit and grasp his rhyme,
But our minds equivocate in their stations.

Sojourns patiently for the population,
To realize our abstemious ways,
But our minds equivocate in their stations.
The man waits, still, while we ignore and graze.

To realize our abstemious ways,
To catch his wit and grasp his rhyme,
The man waits, still, while we ignore and graze.
We repeat this cycle, every genius man, every time.