An idea is very powerful
It never stays the same
It grows til it can grow no more
Then discharges like rain

An idea is not eternal
For some ideas expire
The ones that dont grow more still...
And spread like wild fires

An idea can change the world
For better, or for worse
A chain reaction follows them
Wherever they go first

The place where ideas show up last
Mostly get credit or blame
Good and evil are ideas too
Yet we use them all the same

So ideas give purpose to mankind
No matter what, the're free
They can be either good or bad
Like the nature of humanity

In the awkward moment between birth and death,
we are born again each morning,
dispensation of a moments breath
stalled amongst our calling.


We woke within a broken dream,
roused to break the falling,
the glisten of the sunlights beam,
broke through, exposed the fallen.


I spoke to you within my sleep,
you stirred around the cauldron,
in ways the day was ours to seize,
but couldn’t wake the mourning.