Thread of Ideas

We weave and we unravel, we mend and we influence. The thread keeps on running—beginning into the future.

A spark beneath -

the surface of comment,

 a scribble on a page of music.
A whispered could‑we-try‑it line,

that slips beyond the limits.
It winds through seasonal shift, 

hums under quiet surroundings
A ribbon made of questions,

that the daylight can't ignore.

It threads holds the fresh ideas, 

it gathers every creative moment,
From single idea scatter to-

 the bright planning;
We follow the continuous thread of ideas,
From the first small ember to-

 the fields it lights up,
We weave and we unravel, 

we mend and we create,
The thread keeps on running—

beginning into the future.

There’s emotion in the notes, 

courage in the gut,
A skyline built of color themes, 

 Birds that learns to fly over
pass through -

the obstacles of different sorts ,

 and the darkness in the night,
Through lessons learned,

 and insights that convey the light of wisdom.

No single hand can hold it, 

no single mind can bind it up.
It grows with every stumble, 

with every thought inclined.

We weave the continuous thread of ideas,
From the little creative initiative to -

the breakthrough innovation,

that it push through.
We claim what we discover, 

we verify what we doubt,
The thread keeps extending

pull it slowly out.
Oh, the thread keeps on calling, 

and the maps rearrange,
One stitch can change the range

 When someone thinks it's finished,

 the thread just finds a seam,
It slips into a question,

 become another puzzle pieces
We pass it in the hallway, 

we fold it in our luggage pieces
We weave it like a kite, 

we set it free, ultimately.

So fold your little paper into-

 futures yet unfold,
And tie them to the skyline with -

the wind underneath.

 We follow the continuous threads of ideas,
A golden filament, 

a quiet path that leads.
We hold a thousand fragments—

each one a tiny spark,
We glue them up,

and make them holistic

 We follow the continuous thread of ideas,
From the first small ember to -

the fields it lights up.
We weave and we unravel, 

we mend and we influence,
The thread keeps on running—

beginning into the future.
Oh, the thread keeps on running, 

through the goals we try to archives,

The humanity we all share together to-

shape a better world.

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