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I don’t think anymore.
It’s all been said before
So I listen to what other people say and then
I say it back. To people who haven’t heard it yet.
For years I was average, and unrecognisable

But then I wrote it down, those things I had heard
In a book that no one thought I could write
It was a triumph, and I was a god
More mysterious and deep than the Atlantic
A month ago I was loved by the masses.

But they were wrong. How could I create
Such things that seemed so fantastic
They weren’t my thoughts, I stole to survive
Scraps of words and ideas to keep me alive
A week ago I was a fake, a liar.

But they all forgot, they always do
I didn’t do anything new, or enticing
I fell from the limelight and hit the street hard
Fallen into the gutter with a tattered manuscript
Yesterday I was nobody, my shadow ignored me.

But from failure I grew
I coughed up the echoes and threw them away
And for the first time I thought, I opened my eyes
Blinking in the blinding light of creation
Now I wonder, what will I be tomorrow?