Ideas, they torment me
for I have none left inside me.
I do keep looking, though,
for these ideas that do wish not to be found
I find none in the darkening corners.
None in the shadows of the moon.
My brain is screaming for me to find,
ideas.
I am left searching,
for ideas that wont come.
Ideas hidden behind invisible paint.
Ideas that mock me while i sleep.
Where the ideas hide,
I do not know. I see them with you,
these ideas.
Tell me, ideas, where art thou?
