Ideas in her mind just hit her.
They pop up as they please.
She can't force them to appear,
but when they do,
they leave her in a stir.
It's like getting stuck on a train,
for once it has departed,
you can't leave until the next stop.
And if the stop's far away,
you're in for a strain.
Even if she could rest,
from the outpouring of ideas,
it wouldn't be necessary.
They are part of who she is,
though I can't say she's the best.