Sep 21, 2019
The Future is Blind
Somehow, someday
I’ll figure out how to live my own life
Not Dali’s, or Hemingway’s
I’ll find my own voice
Not Tolkien’s, or Sanderson’s
I’ll be at peace with my awkardness
And find expression of creativity
Without being a copycat of
HR Giger, Junji Ito, Joseph Fink
Because in the modern world
The future has already been imagined
Every great music, literature, and art movement
Has already come and past
I’m sitting here trying to decipher my ideas
From greats who probably already thought of them
In this society, what is the difference
Between original thought, and plagiarism
Was I ever even inspired?
Have I ever been creative?
Or do I just read a lot