The dream is dead.
You must login to vote
The King of Rome shall not live.
I shall never hear the media crunch of the first step upon Mars.
I shall never taste the caviar of the future.
I shall never smell napalm in the morning.
I will never take that hot-balloon ride over the Willamette Valley with a champagne lunch.
I will never find the bottom of the politic water-fall, where peace and fury foam.
My dream is dead,
dead upon the page,
dead for you to read.