Middle of Madness

To be creative is painful

It takes time and there are

Long periods of procrastination

So here we are again

A manic stroke in end of May

When the lights is on the whole night

And people getting crazy

Nervous and filled with desire

The mind is turning, round, round all the time

Feeling bad and lost

Still so creative

How I love this feeling

Still hate it

Cannot find word

These last days has been like that

Loss of words

Creative

being creative

Is being controlled

By a witch

She has no

Consideration except

For herself and her

Not so wonderful being

She is the sun

I am the dirty lump

Called Earth