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Thoughts
The day has given and the night now wroughts
The turbulence of sleeplessness in sync.
In the sapphire darkness the fireflies blink,
Tiny flashing beacons that guide my thoughts.
I think of Edison and da Vinci,
How nature must have inspired them to dream.
What star cast upon them its shining beam
To bring forth such great ingenuity?
If I were to wish upon such a star,
Would it not be so inclined to bestow
Upon me the knowledge I need to know?
Knowledge to invent a new kind of car,
And set the oil industry on its ears,
And change the world another hundred years.
I look to the stars and wonder why not?
I see the fireflies content in their lot.
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