Plagiarize My Memories

this is not something about the status of the world
if it were that 
then we should take a moment
to breathe and move about 
like we were born 
to do

if this was about taking in o2
and knowing it
whilst expelling co2
all the plants 
would enjoy our breath

so maybe we should expound upon the happiness
of our lost youth
as these were the times that 
wore no hat
and
had no true run-ins
with adult based truths

until we had to become 
the adults we never wanted to be

too many said "you're wasting time"
so too many never said
"you're wasting your time talking to me" 
 
as they wanted you to be the new
becoming of the automatons and
the plagiarizers of the centuries
without a fresh thought

that's where the fight begins

those without a crisp cerebral idea must leave those
with such a mental verbosity
very much alone

the detritus of the old mix 
is not with the abstraction of the new
despite the need to feel important
the path is paved beyond the concept
of most

evolution is set
yet
 
we have always ran upon the backs of unheralded
genius
from the past
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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