Scattered Ideas
Papers flew above my head,
Oh I was in terrible dread,
My ideas were all dead,
My brain was like a knotted thread.
My ideas were all stuck, I don’t know why,
I was so frustrated I heaved a sigh,
It was all in an unbreakable tie,
I was so sad I wanted to cry.
My mind was blank,
My ideas sank,
And I was trying to yank,
My ideas back.
At last, my ideas started to mend,
And came to me like a friend,
I was glad it finally started to ascend,
It felt so good I wish it would never end.