An idea so new, so nice, so neat/ I water it hoping to see how it grows/ But before it can reach its potential there’s something else/ The more I’m alone the more ideas appear/ This could be my success story/ No that’ll be it/ I can’t make up my mind/ Before I know it I’m filled with a fardel of thoughts/ They’re pushing at my brain/ But they have nowhere to go/ So I just sit on them until they disappear/ Now they are gone
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