The Secret Genius.

I scribble ideas in the night.

Solve problems.

Build worlds.

Break down barriers.

I can feel the momentum building.

I feel inspired, thankful, hopeful.

Wow, what a life.

I go out into the world in the day.

No solutions.

Broken possibilities.

Built up walls.

I can feel the weight of the world pulling at my every move.

I feel beaten, bitter, broken.

Wow, what a life.

Then I return to my solitude to make it all right.

Fueled by shame.

Burdened by life.

The genius knows I can do better.

Just show him the light.

But the dullard knows too.

And puts up a fight.

Every day. Every night.