What I Didn't Take
My mind jostles around inside my skull, and
I imagine brain fluid roiling wildly
in a tornado of blurry thoughts,
I think of all the ideas I dismissed,
who came and went as they wished.
Why did I not keep them?
Take their extended arms
and lead them someplace new.
I imagine an idea garden.
The ideas come in troves here,
All wanting to make it their starting point for greatness.
The mind fluid is making it difficult to see.
Blurry thoughts heed blurry vision,
The ideas slip away.