was afraid he couldn’t write
he had to kill the demons inside of him
or give into them.
It was easier, to let them have their own way
and not to fight them
he had so many fears, when the demons were restrained
but when they were given free range
they didn’t bother him—
nothing bothered him.
When the demons were there
he didn’t have much belief in anything
he didn’t care
and that was a relief.
The original wondered about
the truth in other people’s words
the sentences they said,
that sentenced them
to a certain interpretation of life.
He wondered if they really believed what they said
there was no way to argue with someone
who needed to believe
more than he did.
The original knew, that by doing everything new
people wouldn’t understand him
but he decided… better to be original, than to be understood.
Climbing a mountain, made sense to the original
even though, mountain climbing, is unoriginal—
it means, to do something difficult, because it’s there
and the task, isn’t worth the status of accomplishing the task,
which makes it noble.
Maybe, people go to war, so they can tell war stories
but when they are there, they realize how foolish they were, to think that.
An original decides to do something, but it might not have any use, to anybody
it probably won’t gain acceptance,
and most people need that.
The original works really hard
probably for nothing
think about that.
All the right ways to go about doing something
are tossed out
because the original is doing
what has never been done before.