my life is a song
with melodies and rhythms
harmonies and themes
crescendos and rests
something composed
by a conductor
with far superior
views than my own
i play my part
i sing the song
but like the greatest
works, i am but a piece
in a puzzle
a brush stroke on
a canvas
a ripple in
the sea of creativity
what i do
has been done before
will be done again
by far better
than i could ever
dream to be
but despite the
knowledge of all
that i cannot be
i choose to use
that which i cannot
help to be
namely me
for all that i'm worth
my two cents
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