Poetry: My First Life.

The fear that everything great has been said and done,

Silenced my voice somewhere deep within,

The thoughts that someone else said first,

Leave my thoughts pretty pale in comparison,

Why must I compare,

Why must I be blamed to be born a few decades late?

Every thought I think,

Every emotion I feel,

Is as profound as all that has been said and done before,

For this is my first life,

And I intend to live it profoundly.

-TheWanderer.