This is something I wrote when I was thinking of something Bernard Werber calls the "Ideosphere". He thinks that ideas are living things, which always keep circulating the earth in search of a host in order to express themselves.
The Rhyme
Once up a time
there was a small rhyme.
It knew it had elegance, class and style
because the author had gone the extra mile
of making it beautiful, crystalline and pure
so that every critic it could endure.
But alas, the author died beforehand,
and the rhyme almost disappeared, like water in sand.
However the rhyme did not want to be forgotten and die
so the rhyme became a thought once again and started to fly,
fly far away from it's paper prison, up high into the sky.
The reborn thought saw stars, planets and even the sun,
and learned that only black holes it should shun.
And so it went on its way to find a mind
to fulfil its destiny and once again be rhymed.
He flew through the air, brave and swift
in search of a mind it could uplift.
It was a hard journey; it didn't know
that most minds don't let good thoughts grow!
So it searched harder, high and low,
flew through cultures and societies foreign and alike
rejected by many heads before starting to feel sorrow.
It felt unwanted, despised and hated like a rabid tyke.
It withdrew far into the mountains, into a small valley.
In that valley of green pastures was a small child,
playing in the grass with animals, so joyfully
t'was an unusual picture, here, out in the wild.
As the thought approached, the child turned it's head in the thought's direction,
sensing that there was a task which ended in destiny's satisfaction.
"Come to me, curious little thing, tell me, why are you so sad?"
"Because I am destined to be a rhyme, but everyone I touch, will whine,
will shout and eject me out of their heads, thrashing about as if in their deathbeds."
"Oh you poor soul, come to me, fill me with your wisdom and teach me what you are,
I will help you become a rhyme once again, and turn you into a real star."
The thought finally had a sound mind to settle in,
and became the most beautiful rhyme that has ever been,
and once it was known across and afar, it became the most beautiful star
ever seen.


