My mind is a restless sea of thoughts.

Ideas come as waves,

radiating outward from my inner being.

A storm, causing ripples that thrash about in all directions.

With no form or shape,

peaking, then crashing without discretion,

a useless power.

Then ,

time and motion

commence with duty.

Aligning and combining my mental forces,

transforming scattered waves

to an organized swell

of untapped potential.

Groomed by opposing forces

of persuasive energy

the waves are shaped,

ideas take form.

Now,

marching in unison

their force can not be denied.

Exploding with precision,

over the sands of time.