Genius

Genius ~~~~~~ The genius is forever alone Both tragic and awful in its implications Being blessed with gifts beyond imaginations limits And cursed with only the drive to create or destroy Materialistic not when thy calling is true Just that insatiable need to do, or undo Striving for perfection although knowing There's only one such state Forever set apart, from those who are content merely to exist While symmetry and balance would be your only wish Perhaps in God's creation a place for thee is found But the thirst of the quest will all be clear When the angel Gabriel's trumpet sounds