Last night i awoke with all the answers and quickly I grabbed hold of 

pen and paper 

to write down, so in the morning I wouldn't forget. 

Next day I looked over what was written and oddly it was only ones and 

zeroes, 

but perfect in the fact that it completed my set. 

Product of life I've been told, theories are stagnant and old 

time to demystify something new 

necessity leads us to change, what we discover is strange 

solely depending on point of view 

tonight, tonight I turn out my light and dream of carbon and protein 

which increase my might 

(tonight, tonight I turn out my light and dream of hygiene and posture 

which make me seem right) 

research avoids some regret, predicting what we will get 

error accept and therefore gone. 

physics just hinder the dream, bite the wax tadpole it seems 

progress continues and marches on 

tonight, tonight i turn out my light and dream of vitamins and haircuts 

and genetic delight 

last week I was working in my kitchen when oddly I discovered cold 

fusion, 

so I wrote down the process on the back of my hand. 

next time when the recipe repeated I still thought that something else 

was needed 

cause texture and flavor were still quite bland. 

I dreamt I was swimming in the ocean and came face to face with a blue 

whale. 

It frightened me the size that it would grow. 

I found my purpose, I must prevent this, before he hurts us. 

bite the wax tadpole.