Wreckage

I fear I am repetitive, contrived, predictable

I fear that everything I make is plain

I’m walking in the footsteps of those with real talent

And everything I create sounds the same

I try and rearrange, and it comes out sounding stale

A song that sounds like one that sounds like more

I try and protect my delicate creativity

As it breaks itself against the rocky shore

When I can't and it breaks, we’ll wash  up somewhere

And men will call that wreckage beautiful

But that they also feel like they’ve seen it’s like before

And so I will rebuild and try once more