A toast;

to Romanticism;
to everything foolish;
everything idealistic,
everything “childish”;

to the fools,
the crazies,
the dreamers;

to the fairy-tales,
the happy endings.

In a world poisoned by cynicism,
crushing everything beautiful;
skewing our perception.

Science is waking us up;
everything is made up of Music;
everything is made up of Mind;
everything is made up of Possibility.

Are we contrained to live vapid,
stupid, boring, colorless lives?

Why do we have to believe
that everything will come to nothing in the end;
that the world is a machine,
noisy, senseless, meaningless?

A toast;
to Romanticism;
to everything foolish;
everything idealistic,
everything “childish”.