I understand the irony...leave me alone

Ode

    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,

    Upon whom the pale moon gleams;

    Yet we are the movers and shakers,

    Of the world forever, it seems.

    With wonderful deathless ditties

    We build up the world's great cities,

    And out of a fabulous story

    We fashion an 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.

-- Arthur O'Shaughnessy

I like the whole poem.  But I think the line I like the most is we are the dreamers of dreams.  I feel as though I will incorporate that line some place.  I will have to shoe horn that little line into so future joke or observation.  Yes I am stealing it, that is what will happen.

I am also aware of the irony about be stealing a bit of a poem that talks about creation, and new ideas coming to birth.  I don't care.