At first… nothing
Like your brain is a black void Surrounded by a wall of spikes trying to keep ideas out
You ask yourself, “Why can’t I understand.”
You answer, “I can’t understand why I can’t understand.”
You ask yourself, “Why can’t I understand why I can’t understand.”
You answer, “I can’t understand why I can’t understand why I can’t understand.”
You see this is going nowhere, so you pick up something small and start rolling it in your hand.
After a while you say to yourself, “No good can come of this.” so you put it down.
Then, you get this massive itch, and you have no idea where it is
And then, it dawns on you,
Like the shipping truck just delivered a new package of ideas
And they explode in your mind like the fireworks on the fourth of July
And you have to get them down before it’s too late
And then… nothing