Where do ideas come from?
When I get inspired it feels like an itch
Irresistible to scratch but if I don’t promptly act…
Where do ideas go?
Sometimes I get a flash of what appear to be profound, brilliant, and wildly creative thoughts Just as quickly, they vanish into thin air
Faster than ice evaporates on a hot day Before I can write them down, they’ve already gone on their way
My brain is beaten down by sleep deprivation and stress
So it makes sense
That it would hold thoughts
As efficiently as a sieve holds water
Still I wonder
Where do ideas come from,
And where do they go?
As they disappear through the door of my conscious mind,
I want to say to them, ‘Thank you, come again’