Dawn & Dusk

I can feel the ideas
Swelling in my mind
Words brewing
In a cauldron deep inside

They’re multiplying
Like cockroaches in a nest
Mushrooms are ballooning
Filling every part of my head

I have to get them out
Disperse them onto paper
They cause decay in me
If I hold them in for later

But on the page
They suddenly transform
Like a magnificent butterfly
Forming from a lowly worm

They bloom into flowers
And give off a wonderful scent
The scuttling cockroaches
Become ladybirds instead

And I get some relief
From the pressure inside
As soaring up from the depths
New ideas arise