Little Insights
There’s a certain type of wit that really does it for me:
Little Insights.
Knowledge of knowledge of knowledge.
To know; not to know. Not to know was not an option.
I have options. Writing wasn’t always my first though.
A limited, elementary vocabulary was always the harness.
I have harnessed the harness. It might be a mirage but to repeat
something enough to where it’s annunciation becomes fluid in your mind, is for that word to see your true meaning. Smoke and mirrors vs smoking morons. We are not the same act.
I do what I must. I do what I must.
Condescending is as condescending does.
Fault me not, I’m no genius,
But I need a lot more rope
Before I hang myself.
I take solace in these facts.
The fact that I’m drowning ever so slightly slower than the people in the same
Sunken boat as me.
These facts are my pockets of air.
I would sooner suffocate than drown.
Insecurity is born
Bitter Sweet Victory.
Beethovens 5th symphony playing in the background. You wish.
I love the sound of intensity; competition. Music to my ears.
Trumpeting heralds and starry starry nights. But
the trumpets sound like kazoos and the stars were just confetti.
I can tell you put a lot of time into this. A lot of time and a lot of thought,
However,
Are two different things.
In Between stressing for a deadline and struggling for a headline you are
intellectual limbo. I Lust for a letter of acceptance. As you drift through schooling on a day to day basis you learned you didn't have whatever smarts that turned scholar into savant.
Only the work ethic to turn a C into a B.
Smile for the Yearbook. Make sure the certificate isn’t
I am a
Little Einstein.
Not the genius
But the kids T.V. show.