Once upon a time there was a child dancing in the middle of an ocean of his mother's tears... to the beat of his own heartbeat.
He wanted to live forever.
Read this poem at my funeral.
Genius Child
This is a song for the genius child.
Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Sing it softly as ever you can - Lest the song get out of hand.
Nobody loves a genius child.
Can you love an eagle, Tame or wild? Can you love an eagle, Wild or tame? Can you love a monster Of frightening name?
Nobody loves a genius child.
Kill him - and let his soul run wild.
- Langston Hughes
