The Edge of Tomorrow
They say STEM is the key to the future.
Not art
But as they fly by the seat of their pants
To far off stars,
To meet creatures from other worlds
They will have nothing
Nothing
Nothing to give.
We are on the edge of tomorrow
And we need
More than anything
To make art
To give to the future.
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