I have nothing new,
They've slipped from my mind,
And now these great ideas,
I need to find.
I walked around the house,
I looked at mother nature.
Every plant, every tree,
Every insect, every creature.
But nope, still nothing,
No ideas in my head,
So I just face planted,
And went to bed.
When I woke up,
I was full of imagination,
I was hit by a sun beam,
It was my ray of inspiration.
It was right under my nose,
I was absent minded.
By everything else around me,
I was completely blinded.
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