Growing up I once asked my dad,
When did I choose to be born
In a country so small it’s not even shown on the map.
Life’s not about what you are given, son-
We’re all floating on a grain of sand.
Give it your best shot and don’t forget to pray.
Look where I ended up, dad.
Here they don’t call him God.
Sometimes they call him Markov, and sometimes Chebyshev.
In life you’re going to fall,
There’s isn’t one good way to do it-
Newton died a virgin,
Who knows what Einstein smoked in his pipe?
Read Gandhi’s letters to Kallenbach,
even he may have cheated on his wife.
Don’t care about winning oscars,
If MLK did cinema,
even he would not have won one.
Don’t be scared of the injuries,
Live for the tears and the scars.
Those are gonna tell your story,
Those should be your pride.
Haters won’t look like anything-
Some wear make up,
Some wear ties.
Remember you’re not useless,
For any kind of bullet can be stopped by mere grains of sand.
Don't look the other way when the nurse gives you the shot.
I promise every time you breathe time will be by your side.
Don’t be scared to question science and norms,
Let yourself believe in psychics and love.
What was was.
What will be will be.