Warehousing of ideas, soars above normal routines of ordinary
folks.
Silent situations call for silent awakenings of thoughts,
calling upon ideas to become creative and aspiring.
Never standing still, quietly jumping, seeing interconnections
belonging to every aspect of living.
Desires running rampant throughout days and nights of awakened
genius.
Felt inside of chambers, overflowing with alternative purposes
and imagination's storehouse.
Wallowing crazily in acres of acknowledged thoughts, creating
endlessly, loving inventions made everywhere for purposes of
aiding others in their disabled lives.
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