An idea resides

In a hollowed out place

At the back of my eyes

In an empty old space

 

It watches and notes

Of the life that I live

Gathering intell

And stuff that I give

 

It’s collecting its weapons

And soon will be grown

Ideas are dangerous

With a life of their own

 

People can die

And mysteries be solved

But ideas need traction

It’s how they evolved

 

When ideas are bad

There’s no hope in sight

But the world is an oyster

When the ideas are right