Repetition

Yes, it's hard,

The world being constantly created,

But repeating, doing the same,

Plagiarizing , or just saying some thing,

When you know it's not you,

That did the sweating,

That tore yourself apart,

That is a sin.

God does not strike down for it,

But if you Rod Stewart your way,

Through life,

It is dust and dirt that you kick up,

Nothing living,

Nothing worthwhile.

This is not to say we shouldn't learn,

Teach the old art, drink the vintage wine,

But if all we do is scurry away, in the basement of our minds,

Then the world we bring about,

Is just rotten.