A single thought is born,
bursting forth from the flames of frustration.
A young and bright little Phoenix,
beating its newborn wings.
Another is born,
crowing in with its sibling,
working together to make both more real.
More thoughts are born,
each spark from the flames beating its fiery wings.
They fill my head,
all screeching out thier part of an idea...
a strange symphony of life.
fiery beating wings fill my head,
crowd about,
spill forth....
I think
So I am.
