Glasses clashing with a clink Sophisticated men of good health drink Congratulating one another on a deal Wondrous wealth the root of its appeal And laughter loops in-between the night air Months later a young boy can only stare As his father returns home with all his tools Midday heat hounding him as he sat on a stool His calloused hands covering his face Tearfully told the family that he’d been replaced But not just him, every buddy that he could see Said the job had set sail far over the sea The young boy couldn’t understand the notion Ran out the house and threw rocks at the ocean Yet as the days went on there was one caveat Prices at the stores did mysteriously drop So once rare treats became as commonplace As his father's work shuttling from place to place
"You are one in a million." - Then you realize that means there must be THOUSANDS Just. Like. You.
So you worry, You fret, You wonder What it takes to stand apart. Youtrythingsyouwouldnototherwise. U do thingz you can never 4get;
All just to be original.
You write and profess about matters you hardly understand.
You torture yourself to s t r e t c h your limits.
You educate yourself So to think Like no one el$e ha$.
You adopt strange habits In fluctuating, foreign accommodations. Then you r m e u l c b when it all slips...
You almost feel Original.
You change your name, Take on a new identity- One like they've never seen. Bleach your personality And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair- Garishly placed among a black and white world- While inhaling toxic fantasies That suffocate- No, wait, perhaps they liberate- Those things that make you feel alive and unique.
You are the Original.
You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl. But you can't shake this ominous feeling: