An Idea
by Emily Reed
When first meeting an idea, it shows its claws.
Rigid and rusty, they sink into flesh,
No escape, no matter how much you thresh.
Forever ensnared in their pointy jaws.
You're an addict trying to kick the habit,
Always craving that little sugar fix,
Fighting off urges at a quarter of six,
Happiness in reach, but you can't grab it.
There's no use in fighting a burning idea,
It'll consume your mind, there's no where to hide,
The flames will find you when you resist.
Give into the flames, succumb to the pleasure,
A low hiss, a quiet burn, if you abide,
Amidst the hiss, you'll find solace and bliss
Rigid and rusty, they sink into flesh,
No escape, no matter how much you thresh.
Forever ensnared in their pointy jaws.
You're an addict trying to kick the habit,
Always craving that little sugar fix,
Fighting off urges at a quarter of six,
Happiness in reach, but you can't grab it.
There's no use in fighting a burning idea,
It'll consume your mind, there's no where to hide,
The flames will find you when you resist.
Give into the flames, succumb to the pleasure,
A low hiss, a quiet burn, if you abide,
Amidst the hiss, you'll find solace and bliss