IDEA (Poem)

There once was a paper and pen.

Let’s start this from the beginning.

And not the end.

There once was a thought in my head.

Not fully formed.

Just an idea that bled.

It grew into this thing.

It had no real shape

Just twists and turns

Multiple rings.

It wanted to be free.

To be read

To seen

Then the paper met the pen

Like a rooster sees a hen

It struts and puff

Catching the eye

With crossing t’s and dotted I’s.

That how this all began

With just one thought

There will never be

An end.