Pioneer
Sometimes I wish I was the pioneer of written language
To be the first to etch thoughts and inner stirrings
In a time of newness
Where everything seems fresh
To be the originator of written expression
To say anything without being cliché
In the place free of criticism
A brief dream that is
For I have realized the purpose
Of the staleness of communication
Is to force creativity
I am convinced there are few new themes in life
They are rarely discovered
Only varied by situation
There are only new ways to share them
Which few have found
For each man feels every experience
As if he has been the first
Not knowing humanity knows all too well
Saying straight out how he feels
Thinking honesty is crisp and unworn
Innocent ignorance has led many this way
Creating atmospheres of no hope for language
Hope lies in the abstraction of obscurity
This is what gives language its beauty--
To form something new out of the stale
These thoughts hurt
But they cauterize the wound
Reviving expression by stretching the mind
I know this has been said before.
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