creativity

there´s a point of no return
a sudden impulse
a sudden heat
and you have to run

a thought as small as a bug
an idea as fast as wind
catch it
hold it

write it down
draw it on paper, walls or floor
set it in floods of music
put it in stone, steel, clay

it´s not me writing
not my own thoughts
inspiration comes from elsewhere
electrifying like a lightning
and thunder following immediatly

give up your dreams and hopes
give up vanity and pride
you´re nothing but a slave
who had to write, paint, compose, create
for an invisible chaos
which at last will devour you