Plagiarism

Every poem has been wrote,

every song sung,

dishes tasted,

places explored,

books bore, repetition in waterfalls,

laughs listened, every film watched.

Show me something new,

allow me to see what I can do

that can be unique.

Every sunset fades the same,

every dream starts to feel too tame,

but somewhere, buried in the noise,

is a spark waiting to find its voice.

A flicker of light in the mundane,

a note not yet sung, a drop of rain

that hasn't fallen on this ground before—

there's always more, always more.

So I'll dig through the dirt, the dust, the years,

sift through the silence, past all my fears,

until I uncover that hidden gem—

something new, something only I can pen.