Random

I have often heard people call me random,

As if it was something like reckless abandon.

Is randomness a sign of being dumb?

Do all “random” people turn into bums?

Do “random” people just sit and wait for the end to come?

Randomness is no illness; so do not seek a cure,

Because those we call “random” are truly pure.

They’re realist and idealist rolled into one,

Those whose minds move faster than the rays of the sun.

Random people like to think and dream, just for fun.

I do not fear my own randomness,

For I know it is the mark of a genuine genius.