Where do ideas go to die,
Do they fade to noting
Are they a shadow,
Once whole
But now less than before,
Once hungry for use
Starved,
Ravenous,
Malnourished,
But now not as before
It hides,
It knows that it is a idea of no use,
To be forgotten, just a shadow
Where does it go,
When it knows it is dead in the mind
A vague thought,
Now its is in the graveyard of the mind
Where ideas go to die.