1. 1 year ago 

   Gift Poem

   We are music makers

   We are dreamers of dreams

   We are somewhere in between 

   We are genius 

   We are madman

   We tinker in the garages of our fathers with worn out screwdrivers

   We build machines that will explode 

   We blot out the sun

   We bring peace

   We are borderline insomniacs

   We are writing the next great novel

   We are perceptive and bold

   We cower at our own shadows

   We see manifestations of our demons 

   We brought them to life

   We can live the lives of others

   We cannot live our own

   We pretend the world is alive

   We rip out its throat

   We can save a child for three cents a day

   We buy a gumball for twenty-five

   We sometimes give it to our offspring

   We stand and fall over with our knees locked

   We stand

   We do things

   We watch and wait for the world to be reborn in the morning

   We dance at its demise

   We call out our existence to the stars 

   We expect an answer

   We get one

   We jump up and down for delight

   We cannot cry

   We fight and scream for things 

   We never wanted in the first place

   We are never as good as those who came before us

   We keep trying

   We will not stop

   We sing

   We dream 

You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once.

- Robert A. Heinlein

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