To the Greats

“As I seeked
inspiration
I reached for
the Greats.
And I did
not find it,
you see,
I found
madness.

I’ve always
admired
the words
supposed
to drip
from
the enlighted
minds,
now I wonder
which actually
were
product of
loony minds.

I refuse
to believe
you can only
achive
greatness if
you’re willing
to embrace
madness.

I refuse,
I refuse to
let words
infest me
till I become;
a drunk,
or a suicide,
or so imprisoned
I’d ache
chemicals
to free me
from
myself.

Don’t — 
please,
mistaken my
words,
for I only
have mad
respect
for theirs,
and their
tormented
minds.

It’s a
shame,
to my
thought
that such
wisdom got
filth with
mundanity
and they’d
thought
beauty could
only come
out of
suffering.

To the Greats
I dare say
they were not
mistaken,
but neither
entirely right.
For beauty
is life,
and it’s in
every word
and smell,
and paint
and chord,
beauty will
remain,
without a
doubt,
of your words
in the long
mundane
existance.”

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