Ideas in Question


I need inspiration
And I need it now
My life’s work will be through
If only I had a little inspiration.

Oh the turmoil I must face!
Oh the death which is hung upon my life
For I have no inspiration!
The king will surely have me dismissed,
The queen will put shame into my name.
I will be known as the “clueless”
People will use my name for insults
And venomous curses.

Oh the irony!
For I am one with ideas,
Not with out.
I am the one who searches
Time for things which have not been done.
I dream in the sea of designed thoughts,
Not in the torrents of feeble intelligence.
I am one with wits, and charms,
Never have I thought I,
(Of all people for goodness sake) would travel
This path of oblivion.
Surely this is my end,
But to leave without a idea in question,
Is much worse to be burned at the stake.





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