I have a remedy for this and a remedy for that
Which idea to pick of mine?
I have an idea for everything; my mind is like a shop of time
I will make it, I’m sure I will
For each idea I have, is a time I should kill
Every little thing that’s me, is all the ideas that you can see
How you will write them I do not know
For I do not follow the path you go
I have my own and a wonder it is
It’s a shame to steal another’s bliss
It’s a shame not to accept who you are
If you did you’ll go as far
As I have come with my ideas
And through the blood, sweat and the tears
Produce amazing things to see
In literature, that is made like me