That single sacred and precious moment,
That infinitesimal moment in time,
Is a special event so sublime?
When you communicate with the universe,
An idea enters your creative mind.
What secret does the fertile soil contain?
What does the matrix of your mind decide to do?
To take that simple idea and cast it aside,
Or develop it into something extraordinary and new.
Whatever you do with that cosmic thought,
Is almost entirely up to you.
I had an idea in my mind last night,
I did not know if it was just right.
Would this idea work, I wonder?
It was to create something new.
It was to give the world something bright.
It was to create an idea of thought and of light.
I had an idea late last night.
It was just the germ of an idea.
It was quite blurred and not so clear.
I had an idea yesterday,
As my thoughts started to play.
I toyed with the idea, night and day,
Wondering, always wondering if it would work.
As the creator of an idea, it is up to me,
To build in my mind and create beauty.
Every idea formed in an imaginative mind,
Is like a block of marble carved and chiseled,
Till the idea is clearly formed and it sizzles.
I had an idea at the shining light of day.
It was a new concept, something daring and new.
It was just an idea I thought it had potential,
To be developed into something true,
An innovation of enterprise and literary skill.
Every idea that enters the realm of man,
Brings with it, its own master plan.
Will that idea work today?
Will it crumble and fade away?
Every idea needs to be given its time,
To be nourished, to germinate, and to grow.
In time you will eventually know,
If the idea is a worthy one,
If it lives to see the morning Sun.
Use your creativity and use it well.
Your next idea could bring you a fortune,
You can never really tell.
Every idea needs to be given its time,
To be nourished, to germinate, and to grow.
I ponder, I ponder and I ponder,
Will this new idea work, I wonder?