Traffic Jam of Ideas

So many ideas bursting in my mind, headed down the highway and trailways

and bypasses that my nerve endings have placed in a line

so much traffic heading all over to the creative space, all stacked atop each

other and frozen in time, waiting their moment to be free and at last

shine. Why can't the traffic jam end? Ideas should flow out well ordered like smooth

car rallies or nice highway drives, instead all in each others way and cursing

as they move but an inch at a time, each day.