and his life goes on like this
without diagnosis
he gets sick of hearing people
palm off answers
with the term
it's all relative
relative to what
isn't my auntie a relative
and somewhere in the back of his brain
a shield is put up
and it takes him nearly forty years
to finally understanding
the relative meaning
of relative

you're an astoundingly bright boy they tell him
but he doesn't understand what that means
like those surprised to discover
that he threw out of school at fourteen
"you mean you never did tertiary study" they ask
and then with pomp they turn their backs
he couldn't see why being an intellect
should place him near the top of the stack

so the trail of the truant is diverted
to wherever that path may lead
at least its one that offers experience
of a world that some people don't see
a chasm of misunderstandings
with a desire to still understand
as he forgets about being normal
and becomes another grain of sand