Restless Genius, 2025
Photo by Lara Heredia
B.S. in hand, MBA in motion,
This blog my storm, my lens, my devotion.
Thoughts strike lightning, not for applause,
I trace the hidden, call out the flaws.
I read the banned, the buried, the silenced,
See power at work, cold, unbalanced.
Critical thought cuts sharper than fists,
Culture, chaos, clarity. None of it missed.
Everyone drifts, everyone hides,
I move through the noise where truth collides.
Reading isn’t escape, it’s a calling, a fight,
Air in my lungs, fire in my sight.
I follow currents where the timid don’t go,
Hunt meaning in chaos, let ideas grow.
Resistance is impolite, it’s jagged, it’s raw,
Wind in your face, a rebel’s law.
This blog, these words, my storm, my voice,
I move through the world owning the noise.
Every line, a signal, every thought, a spark,
I trace the unseen, forcing light on the dark.