Focusing on falling and missing the ground
Little Johnny jumped into the air
Yet gravity had other ideas
Focusing on falling and missing the ground
Little Johnny jumped into the air
Yet gravity had other ideas
Looking for a way out of this intellectual maze
Oblivious to all the obstacles I have never thought of before this very moment
Stumbling along the bones of those ideas that died trying previous attempts to flee
The search continued, but upon reflection, I was always hopelessly …
Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape
Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts
Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections
Giving him no chance to respond to her questions
Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders
Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips
Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had
And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted
Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea
Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!
Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!
Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning
Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!
Shooting ideas onto the whiteboard
Plastering it with colorful words and diagrams
Leaving a chaotic schematic of creativity
And yet this work of art is unfinished
That’s why it is a blessing when it is erased, left waiting for the next time
Vagabond travels throughout the world
It allows for so many opportunities to touch lives
Simple sharing of a meal to participate in rambunctious parties
Invigorating dynamic exchanges of ideas and comradery
Then the postcards are the physical reminders of the adventures
Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page
Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root
Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest
Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest
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Putting together ideas that function in lock step
Letting the dominos fall till their inevitable conclusion is so satisfying
And yet, without question, something will not go as you projected
Now how you engineer what comes after is a true test of your design
Behemoth ideas abound inside my head
It causes a humongous headache since I want to do them all, yet
Gargantuan amounts of time is needed, and that I am all out of
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