Bad Ideas Breed Madness Poem by Matthew Holloway

The bad ideas breed madness
like being a writer, musician, artist
what kind of fool wishes that upon themselves
to let something like that inside
the body, mind, heart and soul
to let this all consuming, demanding passion
within the sanctity of free will
surrendering every thought to it
surrendering a good nights sleep
it is almost willing oneself to become lost
like an addict in search of something
they can never quite grasp
craving that line or chord
that strike of pure inspiration
that drives you to create something
for what sometimes feels so alike
an empty audience
and still, still you chose to press on
to write, play, etch away into it
the bad ideas breed madness
read, listen and be wary of it