My Ideas Are Out of Control
I have time to do something and I have to roll my eyes.
Because there are sixteen ideas arguing among themselves.
If they could ever agree, it would be a miracle.
They are trying to outshout each other. On the verge of violence.
Don’t feel bad, a friend says.
My ideas are slapping and slugging each other now.
One of them killed another one yesterday.
I feel blessed.
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