Undiscovered Geniuses

Undiscovered Geniuses

This is for the undiscovered geniuses,
(Or is it geniui? I never knew…)
Who write and paint and chisel in their bedrooms
Known forever by the last name, “Who??”

I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there.
Dancing with your hopes and fears, instead of chasing zeroes.

They never had a hit song on the airwaves,
They never broke out from the local scene,
They didn’t paste their walls with famous faces,
And they preferred the windows to the TV screen.

I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there.
Common knowledge doesn’t know the jewels below.

You always have a friend, and maybe several,
You look them in the eye and touch their hands,
You listen more than talking…
And always dream of seeing foreign lands.

I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there.
Share your gift with someone who will show theirs to you.

The beautiful don’t jump before the cameras.
The wisest women hardly ever speak.
Every time we’re sent a perfect teacher,
We miss them, as we overlook the meek.

I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there.
Harmonizing heart and hand, making mirrors from sand.

So this is for the folks who know they’re precious,
But no more precious than the dustbin man.
I kiss you on your cheek, not on a poster,
Because genius wants a lover, not a fan.

I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there.
Cover stories can’t uncover the true lover.


THANK YOU MARTIN KERR!