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As I awoke, and Dream Land faded

A complex image I could still see

And I was struck by a strange thought

Was someone trying to talk to me?

It seems like each dream is a seed

That is planted in one’s mind

Is that how Knowledge is to be spread

Across vast amounts of Spacetime

Indeed, each idea that I have had

Is in my ear described

Is something trying to ensure

That Life’s Curiosity will survive

Where do ideas come from?

Out of nowhere, do they just appear?

I want to know how do thoughts form

In the space between one’s ears?

I can tell you how to tie your shoes

I can describe a thousand different tools

But when I ask how we get ideas

There seems to be no rules

There are things that help one think

It is not like exercising or lifting a weight

Calm yourself, sit quietly in a room

Free your mind, and then wait

There does not seem to be

A pill that one can take

That will give one the idea you need

To solve a problem great

Do ideas in one’s mind belong to you

If you don’t know how they got there?

Did something whisper a secret in your ear

Or do thoughts form out of thin air?