My ideas...

My ideas are so well thought out

that I believed it was normal to think that way.

But apparently not.....But I will ignore that supposed fact....for now and 

instead of shouting my brilliant plans out loud,

into the world,

letting them run free as they do each day, hour, and minute in thy mind. 

I instead keep them hidden,

for fear that they may be too complex for this age,

but I still can't stop one idea from emerging ,.... several actually...

And would it be so bad as to  create new ways to save the world?

be it by new technology, older techniques, or things from the past?

Now I am off topic again...for the second or it it third time since I have tired to start this poem.

what makes me think...well...everything, 

from the endless beauty of nature

to the people I see everyday, and the list goes on and on.

I will not stop think, dreaming, or believing, though those around me might tell me to, but my thinking is a way of life to me, and I will not stop.

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