It's Idea Season
Everything all queued and stacked (and)
Aligned into rows and columns
And ready for fifteen minutes of
actionable interface

A small percentage of ideated cognitions
A small percentage increase of is-this-good-enough
Presently just a matter of having enough time
to maintain some traction
I believe in gravity
I believe in love
I believe the earth orbits the sun
I believe in more people than anyone could believe
There have developed certain patterns and certain flows
There appears to be a way things work
A way things go
Pumping ideas through the hot dog factory

Supposedly I am doing it all the wrong way
Supposedly that is something I was supposed
to care about or play into
But all the systems and protocols are only
effective if one has faith in these systems and protocols

There Are No Accidents