And there it goes
The madness of it all
The art and the creative process
The making of something
From the ether of the air
A creation of thought or emotion
Taking so much from it's creator
That the viewer or reader
Does not know nor care
It's just a thing sitting there
A piece of someone else
Left to be viewed
And judged
When the heart and soul
Is poured into so much
For so little reward
How can it not be called
A madness
And yet we do it still
Create and publish
And there it goes
The madness of it all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem