Ideas With No Coins

On my back I laid,

At the roof, I gazed

Am in a lonely race

For in this state I hate

I have in chest, ideas

Dreams are not so scarce

Power to do not at hand

Though Passion burn at heart

Eagerly I await,

My ideas to propagate

Though incapacitate

Yet I will perpetuate

Not Long I have another

The Wind from the Yonder

Whispering it to my inner

An idea that can’t falter

I have them in abundance

Ideas that make ordinance

But sadly there are no coins

A defect in performance

You don’t know how it feels

To have ideas not fulfilled

Because of purse not filled

It is a heat that can’t be feel