Original
The creator's angst
“There’s nothing new under the sun”
I am seeking an original one
Creating, I want new and fresh
Hard to do as I’m a mesh
Of memories, old and new
Songs & lyrics, to re-do
Much of art is rehashing
Most creation is a mashing
Chords and progressions that we know
From songs written long ago
Or unique art that haunted us
To re-create and re-adjust
I try though, to not repeat
Well-known images, or a beat
It’s not just copyrights I fear
I want uniqueness to appear
It’s hard though – my mind explores
Melodies I’ve heard before
Dissecting what I love in them
Hoping to create a new gem
The inner critic cripples me
Tells me I’m not worthy
Not good enough to shine beyond
Some pedestrian art or song
I sit before an empty sheet
Praying to the muse to grant me
A little trust, and some luck
A masterpiece I might construct