The ideas never stop
They keep rising to the top
I try to focus, sort and plan
But soon they get the upper hand
If my workday intervenes
I think their gone and then come dreams
Some colorful, some frightening
They seem to be ideas with themes
What would happen if I let go
And listened to the constant flow
Would I continue to create
Or become frozen by the weight
Of random thoughts and questionings
Liberated ideas would bring
Is a stream of conciousness
The way to fame or great success
Or just distractions threatening
to keep my goals beyond my reach
Where was I now, I do digress
There was a reason for this mess
To explain how blogging solves
Where to put ideas that jog
My memories, questions, thoughts and prayers
That may bring hope and joy if shared
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