Thinking New

When my thoughts with
mental scissors are clipped,
And my ideas
in black ink have been dipped,
The lamplights
inside my brain have been stemmed,
Disaster beckons,
I have been condemned.

So renewed strength
from fountains I will draw,
Follow the acts
Of winners whom I saw,
The lamplights
in the brain I will replace,
And for most problems
Thinking new will erase.