Ideas

Some times, I feel I am full of ideas,
And some times none.
What is so special about ideas,
That few have it all and others none.

For the whole day, I was searching for an idea,
All in vain, where are you my dear idea?

Then suddenly , like a flash of lightening,
It came, from nowhere.

Not sure if it was good or bad,
But it was my child,
Be it sober or wild.

So friends, it's all about ideas,
creating ideas, stealing ideas,
living in the world full of ideas,
and dying in the world because of ideas.