An unknowing genius, quiet and profound,
Wearing humanity’s face, they walk the ground.
A mind unfurling, constellations in flight,
Yet their brilliance is veiled, like stars lost to daylight.
They smile, they stumble, as mortals do,
But their thoughts race ahead, painting skies anew.
A paradox lives within their embrace,
Deeply human, yet of an otherworldly place.
Their whispers are storms, reshaping unseen,
Carving canyons of change where none intervene.
Fathomless potential, they seek not to shine,
Yet their presence transforms, quiet and divine.
The world cannot fathom the light they hold,
Mistaking their silence for stories untold.
Eccentric, they’re labeled; their insight ignored,
While within them, symphonies endlessly roar.
But one day the veil will surely fall,
Revealing the gift beneath it all.
They’ll see themselves, not as flawed or alone,
But a lighthouse guiding the lost back home.
No longer seeking to simply belong,
They’ll stand as a beacon, steadfast and strong.
For the masks we wear, the doubts we sow,
Cannot dim the light we may never know.
So to the dreamer, the misfit, the star,
Who wonders why they’re seen as bizarre—
Your brilliance persists, though unseen, misunderstood,
Reshaping the world, as only you could.
SeeingSharp 