We are the music-makers
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion art empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth.
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
"ODE" by Arthur O’Shaughnessy [1844-1881]
I'm just about to enter third year of a business degree in Glasgow Caledonian Uni and at the moment I'm also a part time off license manager and a menace to civilised society, lamp posts and doors whenever I can manage it. Other than all that I'm a regular kind of guy who enjoys reading, going to the movies hanging with my mates and just generally trying to experience as much of what this planet as to offer as I can.
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