I had the right idea and I decided to write it,
I wrote it and am writing it till it's the right idea;
It was wrong long ago and it was wrong for a long time,
But now it's going down the page just to appear as the right idea.
It goes along with a swing and a rhyme in making a sound,
Just how to stay alive and keep my head off the ground;
It's pleasant and sweet and now all I need to do to complete,
Is to fight with the word because everyone wants to compete.
It competes with itself and the right idea is so sweet,
That the strawberries or cherries taste so right to eat;
If you are reading this and wondering just how it will complete,
Just look down the page and remember your feet under seat.
Well life might mean anything and we all want it just right,
To taste fruits of life and enjoy it all in the right light;
For everyone knows that the happy medium is the right idea,
For it really works out just how it all will clearly appear.
Now the beauty of being and just having the right idea,
Is like the reflection of true self in a clean mirror so clear;
For when I see me clearly appear I see you as the right idea,
And that is the magic of perfection in breathing life so dear.
So the right idea is now at an end and is simple and complex,
But the easier we make it the harder it is to have at the vortex;
For the pinnacle of life and a paradise state of the mind,
Is work for the right idea and not so always easy to find.