What am I doing when comparison is gone?

Do I have an ounce of pure intentions if a grid is removed?

Is my lens distorted because of others, and what they bring to the table?

A clear thought, a sparkle in my eye.

Comparison drowns it out and tarnishes the surface

Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy

Even me, even you… Are just a different flavor of something we've already tasted.

Is it comparison? Or competition?

Either way, the modern age and creative thought seem to be mortal antagonists against each other with knives at the throat. Healthy competition is one thing, but what would we all do if the giants we thought we were facing were just our own shadows?

Turn around, observe the façade that we put on for ourselves, and enjoy being struck with revelation, I suppose.

A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy

What am I doing when recognition is gone?

Am I busy trying to keep a candle lit next to a bonfire and a city up in flames?

What if the candle is protected at all costs? Will I be pleased with the outcome then? If we're all just trying to preserve our own ideas – are we on one team or many?

I ask because I don't know. Does anybody know?

A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy.

What am I doing when Fulfillment is gone?

Will it really last? Is it always going to satisfy? Even when others bring something to the table?

THE TABLE. Does anyone really sit with you other than Him?

A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy

No matter how clear I feel like things get my mind is always in a haze. A leech can only stay attached for so long, right? What if we put the leech on ourselves and we've been self-absorbed so much so to the point where we can't even realize what is us and what is not…

We've grown comfortable with the damage

and from the damage we create.

"Thank God for the light that shines on the studio"

A copy of a copy

And to dust, we shall return.