New and original
Can they even exist?
Everything is inspired,
Based off something else
But can one say nothing is new?
Limit people's creative minds
by saying their ideas are not their own
What is an idea in that moment
neither new nor old,
Fresh or improved upon
Is it just an idea?
Or something completely different?
Have all my thoughts been viewed before
In someone else's mind?
Am I repeating an unknown persons lines
In a play from another time?
Are my likes and dislikes
a combination of millions before me?
Are my values and what I hold dear,
Merely a product of someone else?
Have all these questions been asked before?
New and original
Can they even exist?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem