Ideas

There are shadows and thoughts
some light the days
some haunt the nights
and rest black the sunshine in my mind

There are ideas and muses
some challenge the interest
some insult the curiosity
rest free the soul
which escapes with the kites

filled with distress sings the fluit of nerves
a silent melody for some half-forgotten summer dreams
a perpetual pandemonium inside a chronic thought flu
A lost world which now even my memories can't find

Ideas still charm their way in
with promises of escape to an unseen world
but all promises are like butterflies which die early
except the wild one's that come with doubts of their own