In shadows cast by brilliance bright, A genius walks the edge of night, The world, with lofty visions set, Cannot perceive their silhouette. Their dreams, with hues unknown to sun, Paint skies where thoughts like rivers run, Yet, matching not the narrow mold, Their story stays untold, unrolled. A compass rose in uncharted seas, Their mind a wind—the world a breeze, Not every star aligns with fate, And beauty's form needs no debate. So let them wander, wild and free, Untamed by scripted destiny, For in the echoes of their grace, Lives worlds beyond this time and place.