originality, Is it a random thought or precisely accurate
it can describe the essence of life, grip it and grapple it
but can I master it? or Is it too deep for my mind to spare
I observe it on a daily basis, through these eyes of despair
ask, why do I care? because it's the missing link to my chain
its distance is far from reach, like a blister in my brain
it could keep me sane, stop my troubles now and beyond
oh how I long for intellect and to be profound in a song
somehow it's always been gone & it hurts how I made my scriptures
smearing a frame with blantant words, trying to paint a picture
sweating my sweatshirt, tossing and turning to be rare and keen
blinded the components of originality, like a glare on the screen
realzing now that it doesn't hit you like pow, seeing is believing
I used to think of thinking, how to think of the 'next best thing'
unaware I wasn't thinking, I was just seeking glory and fame
now I realize it's just a shame
doing all that just to add more to my name
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