The Inventor
The Inventor
To life he came forth
From dust to faith he arose
Through introspection he
Found his way
He walked along paltry paths
Worn down from indifference
He saw things the way
They were, and the way
Humanity adapted to them
Acceptability is a slave
Admiring his shiny chains
His spirit drained from him
By the relinquishment of hope
The wise, the skeptical, the proud,
And the brave one that he is
Our inventor, broken free
From mediocrity, rises above
Human thought as he
Rides with his visions, his
Abstract theories to bring
About a change, a betterment
Of the way things are and
Make them into the way
They should and can be
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