Recycled Words

How singular I sometimes think I am

Unique and unrefined

That I alone have such insight

That pictures and words alone

Can’t mirror what’s in my mind

 

How bold and brazen

I must seem to most

To think I can capture ones attention

In a sea of books, and blogs

That I willingly host

 

My words I’m sure have been said before

But because I haven’t read them all there must be more

Whether it be me or someone else

Whatever is written will be read and passed around

Then collect dust on somebody’s shelf