'Tis a tale, a sorry tale Of a man, never took the leap Of a man, free yet caged A lion amongst the sheep.
A man of great ability, Of unrealized potential Confined and clipped by limits The herd had deemed essential.
A man, a brilliant man, Stripped of glory and his claws. Left forlorn and wounded By the sheep and their laws.
A man, a greater man Led by the lesser to believe He owed them much and more And everything, without reprieve.
A man, a most herculean man Could have the world, his to keep. Alas had he only remembered He was a lion, not a sheep.
The poem isn't just for prodigies rather it's for everyone - all of us, as individuals, possess the potential to do something truly extraordinary; to achieve it we must not fall prey to mob mentality.