He looked at the clutter around him. Neglected, half-finished dreams littered the desk, table, and sections of the floor. At one point each project had held so much life and promise, but now they were on life support, or worse yet zombified corpses. He wondered what was the best approach going forward. Maybe he should just put everything away and pull out pieces when he was ready to resurrect them, but that would mean confronting his failures, and he wasn’t emotionally prepared to do that just yet. Besides, he had a brand new idea, and he knew it would work.
Finding all the things that are wrong can be depressing
It can make you want to just throw everything out and get something new
X that idea out, sit down with your list, start at the top and rebuild it and make it yours
It all started with a glimmer of an idea
Not anything big, barely something you could see if you squinted
Dim as it was, someone saw the importance of it
Under their careful eyes, the idea grew and grew
Soon there was a prototype, then first generation
That morphed into a product that they could be proud of
Releasing it into the world to see how it would be received
Yet already working on what would come next
So this thing about washing your hands?
Obviously you need to do it every time.
And if you don’t? I’m asking for a friend.
Perhaps I don’t shake hands with you anymore.
Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.
The idea that she was short and stout
Enraged Emily to no end
And she would spout off at the insinuation
Perhaps there were better ways to let off some steam
Other than to give a shrill scream
Though that would tell people that she was boiling hot…
Luscious ruby red pucker
It called to him to get close
Perhaps to brush her with his
Still, he kept his distance
The idea of that oily makeup on his face
It kind of freaked him out
Couldn’t she wash it off
Keeping everything perfectly natural
Chills ran down David’s spine
Outside was actually quite warm
And underneath the garment, he was sweating
The idea he was wearing Colombo’s trench was breathtaking
Rust crumbled from the ’57 Chevy
Eroding the metal shell
Slowly stealing away the car’s soul
Transforming into reddish-brown dust
Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal
Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge
The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting
Keeping on top was always Bob’s goal
It allowed him to jump over the obstacles in his way
Now the playing field was empty of most of the chafe
Giving Bob a clear idea of who is real competition was
Moving diagonally, he finally found his home
Enabling him to kick it to the next level
Up the corporate chain had always been Martha’s goal
Never settling for the now. Learn and move on was her motto
Challenging the normal when she could
Her trajectory was always upward.
And all that stopped when her company went bankrupt
Reeling from the unexpected crash, she was left floundering
The idea of starting over somewhere else made her sick to her stomach
Eventually, her friends convinced her to start a business of her own
Determined to make this her life’s work, she set off into the unknown