The Evolution of Ideas

ticktockticktockticktockticktock 
Building slowly inside of you. 

To your left, to your right. 
You see it. Or maybe you hear it? 

No one gets it but you. 
Oh, you do. 

It's like a fly, buzzing in your face. 
Whispering in your ear... 

Haunting you in your dreams. 

You fight it. 
Try to deny it. 

But it stays there. 
Lingering. 
Wanting to break free. 
Electric and alive. 
You start thinking, 
"What if-," 
but no, you cannot hope, 
for fear of being shattered. 

But if you listen, 
maybe it's not so crazy after all. 
The clouds could be closer than you thought. 

So maybe, just maybe, you could let the monster out of it's cage. 
It was going to escape anyway. 

It looks more like a bird once its free. 
Wild and alive. 
What will it do?
Create or destroy? 
Fall or fly?