Ideas in her mind just hit her.

They pop up as they please.

She can't force them to appear,

but when they do,

they leave her in a stir.

It's like getting stuck on a train,

for once it has departed,

you can't leave until the next stop.

And if the stop's far away,

you're in for a strain.

Even if she could rest,

from the outpouring of ideas,

it wouldn't be necessary.

They are part of who she is,

though I can't say she's the best.