Oh the ponderous musings of the truly insane,
When art for arts sake
Takes the place of rationale and reason,
Drowning itself in creativity.
The thoughts and dreams that take flight
To new heights, never before seen,
Calling forth a new self,
Both brighter and darker than before,
In which, recreation as a whole is inevitable.
It is by that insanity
That we who are so are made whole
And put the world to our blade,
Calling forth naught but the greatest greatness
Never satisfied with but the thought
But made alive through the craft.
Oh the ponderous pondering of the truly mad,
Our wings insanity.
Our breath creativity.
Only then are we truly alive.