I.Q.

Few have sacrificed their lives attempting to fly Geniuses are meant to invent then eventually die Alone all day wondering Brainstorming on what could be Pondering beyond limitations Only to satisfy anothers impatience Worthless is it...... To be intelligent beyond all things relevant To soar, wings are all thats needed Perplexed is the mind that mesmerizes itself So distant from life Loneliness is all thats left Touched by a stroke of an angels hand Skills to build bricks from single grains of sand Forgotten though well appreciated Vital for the future though forever isolated Rather than live a humdrum life Of never ending sadness I am so content With just being average