That Quest For Originality Poem by RIC BASTASA

others are too conscious
about originality

what they write
or think, if you scrutinize it so well,
is never theirs

they're not the first to have
conceived
what light
is there
what darkness lies
what roundness does this earth
own?

i guess
everything is but a mutation of
an originality which was never
there in the first place

nostalgia remembers
takes in
what was there before

you don't exactly remember
the details
but you know the essence
and you
claim it solely as yours

what a shame