Fragmented Realities

The Bipolar Polymath Speaks
A tale of brilliance and fractured grace,
Of wandering minds and a relentless chase,
Four languages carried in a restless head,
Where dreams and memories softly tread.

Three masters degrees, a scholar’s creed,
Self-taught builder of apps, indeed.
Typing swift at one-forty per minute,
A symphony of code, each line infinite.

From the Ivy League’s hallowed halls,
To foreign lands with ancient walls,
Twelve years abroad, the world his stage,
A life that reads like an epic page.

A Chinese wife, her laughter clear,
A daughter of seven, so bright, so near.
Through their love, his anchors remain,
Though storms within still cause him pain.

Two years USAF, skies he’d chart,
Five years in the Coast Guard’s heart.
Hurricane Sandy, lives were lost,
He saw death’s face, and paid the cost.

Drunk and high, he finds his peace,
In numbness, the chaos seems to cease.
Yet genius blooms in altered states,
He writes, he builds, he codes, he creates.

Lost in the past, he roams alone,
A wanderer, searching for the unknown.
Yet in the numbness, brilliance sings,
In fractured light, he finds his wings.