Ideas in my mind are like

An Archipelago of thoughts.

Sometimes they are clear-cut;

Other times they are hazzle-shaped.

One thought is likely to pop up;

Another is sure to hide.

One, all of a sudden, springs up;

Another does quickly vanish.

Ideas come and go;

so fast, to and fro.

Sometimes they are altogether slow;

As if the row does not go.

Oh God, I am helpless;

Save me now from this mess.

And end that state of chaos

To  deserve a high rank in Heavens.