I've seen these words before, once upon a time.
Perhaps not written in the same way, a different message each time, but familiar all the same
Regurgitated, Rejigged, Repurposed, Recycled.
But always the same words, just from another mouth, another pen, another key.
With bright curious eyes I've read them from a book, heard them echoed off the walls, from the preacher back at me.
Words encumber our surroundings, leaking from our heads, saturating the world, they make us stop and stare with a bleary-eyed glare
Some take these words for gospel, some give them little time nor care.
With so many things being said, being written, being forced into our eyes
It's hard to summarise the truth from the lies.
At least I can say for now, these words are mine.
But who's to say they wont be another's, once upon a time.
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I wanted to write something, I don't know why.. I just wanted to fill a gap, a void, my time!
