Thoughts in Bold Ink

Born Behind

I fumbled; I stumbled; I fell

And life gives me hell because, apparently,

I'm not allowed to make mistakes

I was born behind: I must have started the human race late

Because I'm lost in the dust of my successors

Can I do it all? Maybe I could

If life wasn't a race, but a marathon

Because instead of helping on the fallen

They trample upon the supposed "morons"

People labeled "retarded", "special-ed", or "slow"

But it's not our fault because we're born behind

And we're forced to catch up with the rest of the world

We just need more time to put two and two together

Which is not four, but fish, 'cause we're unique

We're geniuses who were born behind

I'm denied of success that is rightfully mine

Because we need more time

For we were born behind.