(Nikola Tesla: You're familiar with the phrase "Man's reach exceeds his grasp"? It's a lie. Man's grasp exceeds his nerve. Society only tolerates one change at a time. The first time I tried to change the world, I was hailed as a visionary, the second time I was asked politely to retire. So here I am enjoying my "retirement". Nothing is impossible, Mr. Angier, what you want is simply expensive.) My eyes are the paddlewheels of steamers And my heartbeat turns the tide That feeds propulsion Tension growing Tubes glowing Copper wires become nerves Rampant tempest will incinerate those fossilized minds But my dreams will take a thousand seasons to grow Remember all nights I've wept electric tears The second coming shall reveal the light