It’s working, working every day

There’s truly no time to play

Algebra at three

And SATs at five

Its no wonder geniuses don’t have lives.

Your brain functions great, better so

Than those who you’d like to know

They awe you and shun you

And are jealous of your smarts:

But what they don’t realize is the pain inside your heart.

Alone every day

You can’t get away

More sums, more problems

And writing too:

The hard work of life giving you the blues.

Time ticks slower for you on those school clocks

You have SATs when you should be with building blocks

You’ll read before you speak

And write before you draw:

And yet still go to school everyday – it’s the law.

Your IQ is soaring

And your classes are boring

Napoleon – you’ve read the books

Calculus – why you’re already done

Now where’s the time for fun?

Where’s the playground and balls?

Teasing and cata-calls?

A little kid was grown before he was old:

A childhood ended before it had started

Every peer rejection smarted.

So the genius blues, well they strike once more

But no-ones sympathetic: no-ones sorry for

The kid who’s in grade 8 before he’s three

Or is done with college at nine:

But for his life, nobody’s waiting in line.

Good-bye Albert Einstein

And Darwin and Goethe:

How smart were you truly?

You couldn’t laugh, or play:

You struggled to get along night and day

Galileo, you too, you silly old fool

How’d you do it? Tell me, what was your tool?

And perhaps I’d say da Vinci, with artsy smarts

How’d you keep your work separate from your heart?

Good-bye you men, and women too

We’ll miss you

Never knowing your pain or the struggles you went through.