I throw ideas into the wind
and watch them blow away
perhaps to be found again
someday in a far off place

Thoughts are like skipping silver dollars on the lake
they skim a few times from wave to wave
and then sink out of sight
to dive deep for someday

Other bits of craziness
are thrown into a furnace
become liquid and melt together
and poured into a mold

Solidifying into something
useful, maybe even profitable
but these, alas
are few and far between