A Poem For Thought, No. 1

         It’s a crime to claim,
Though some do,
Originality
That word means nothing, but it controls us all.
Be yourself they say. Be…Original.
It cannot be. But you want it so.
Archetypes ruled by other archetypes,
And a grand scheme that seems all too similar,
A never ending cycle of life choices mimicked by those
same few over and over and over again.
Originality is fantasy. Fantasy, the only origin.
Dreams, daydreams, fleeting thoughts.
Originality is a dream.
We are lucky that there are those who do.