To the Outsider
What is Intelligence?
In world that is filled with standardized tests,
to measure who is really the best.
It leaves the ones with hidden gifts
To dissapear like a frog in the hidden mist.
What if I told you Intelligence isn't what you thought of it to be.
When it really was what your cultured admired,
and slowly was taught to be desired.
Academics is to Intelligence
as to
Earth is to the Universe
It is impossible to define something abstract absolutley concrete,
because our efforts to find out the truths would become obsolete.
So remember to the one reading my thoughts,
don't doubt your ability,
to someone else
It will be their remedy
By the one known as
Michael De La Rosa
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