An endless cycle spins around
You dangle your legs off the merry-go-round.
Look down, the woodchips blur past;
Until it slows, your only hope
Is to hang on for dear life,
Grasp the metal pole so clear
While foliage and faces blend
Until the world has narrowed, bit by bit
To the merry-go-round you are seated upon.

The classroom is your ideal world;
Grades, your trusted friend.
Who are you to rate our worth
With your numbers, wretched machine?
You have no mind of your own,
Yet pass judgement on us all.
Your delight is in the genius mind,
And your pleasure in average scores.
But some you scarcely bless at all,
Or worse, you bless the best
With a different sense of knowledge--
With brains so different from the rest--
That your trusted friend rejects them,
Your world shuns them when they fall.
Outcast geniuses are hidden
In the midst of us all.

Have you ever even felt
The pain you caused to me?
Or known the wrenching heartbreak
You gave this family?
How could you know the sorrow?
For though I'm sure
You felt the pain,
You were long gone in denial.

Did you understand
How you cut our hearts so deep?
There are still the remnants
Of your hurtful words and deeds
Tapping us on the shoulder
Every time we turn,
Reminding us of our hurt.

You could never fix it
You could never even try.
You've made me who I am today--
Who knows how, or why?
But though you've caused me trouble
And I still nurse the scars
You are still my brother,
And I'll love you 'til I die.

Step back--
in a flash
see your life,
nose to glass.

Then it's gone.

You are here.
Still here.

What is this?
This cruel pain?
And from where?
Why you?
Why now?
Why take away
your good life?

the memories--
so colorful
and vibrant

Look back--
at the past.
All mistakes

this is why--
a second chance
and yet one more
to put things right.

Didn't try to please
Just let her soul shine through
Face to face with her mortality
She took each bitter blow in stride