A little poem I wrote (with a little help from Willie Nelson)

I grew up dreaming of being a scientist,
and loving the scientist ways.
Pursuing the works of my well published heroes,
I burned up my childhood days.
I learned the rule of modern-day science,
don't hold on to a paradigm too long.
Just take what you need from the shoulders of giants,
and pen the words of a new science law.

My heroes have always been scientists,
and they still are, it seems.
Always in search of, but one step in back of,
myself and my paradigm-shifting dreams.

Scientists are special with their own brand of misery,
from being alone too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a theory,
knowing well that your best days are gone.
Picking up pens instead of a football,
I let the strength of my youth fade away.
Old worn-out pencils, and old worn-out minds,
with no more ideas and no new discoveries today.

My heroes have always been scientists,
and they still are, it seems.
Always in search of, but one step in back of,
myself and my paradigm-shifting dreams.

Always in search of, but one step in back of,
myself and my paradigm-shifting dreams.