Along the vast crevasses of the mind
A spark can light the genius held within
If only it’s able t’withstand the din
Of thoughts that whir and hold genius in bind.

Once through the darkest valleys of the id
The spark can fin’lly light its little flame:
The flame to build so large the mind can’t tame
Its roaring cracks that can no more be hid.

The mind springs into action, flame alight!
It is at last ready to innovate;
Its thoughts race now, trying to translate
The flame into some brilli-ant insight.

And ever does it cycle, spark to fire
Leaving their light on minds until we tire.