Recognize the genius in yourself
In a circle of haters,
Don’t drown, you’re a float.
Big deal, a turbulent current,
For you too, without risks, there will be
A quiet nook by the shore.

Somewhere they hunt whales in the ocean,
Fly into space, rake in millions,
Build skyscrapers in Dubai,
And they allotted you no small essence.

Wait on the surface, ready to dive,
Hold onto the little bridge above,
Prepare for the tug of the catch from below,
For fate-the-fisherman’s yank.