You must let everyone know,
Write it down immediately,
Because, like a dream, it will go,
For all the best thoughts are only fleeting,
Why else do you think,
That invention comes in a burst of lightning,
And we're always on war's brink?
Also, no one remains in that state,
Of eternal bliss,
Without becoming some saint or prophet.
Humans weren't made for this.
You'll get it someday,
You need some years under your belt,
Thought is a hard thing to read sometimes,
And is often better felt.
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