It whispered to me on starry nights
That replication is impossible
A deed done is a deed done
and exists not a deed to do
To undo a deed done
and a deed done twice
Is the stuff of legends
Not suited to gentle folk
The flow, oh the flow!
What if the words don’t flow that well?
What if someone gets offended?
What if I don’t sound articulate?
etcetera etcetera… Hakuna matata
Cause success is the endgame
and speed breakers are frowned upon
Every word, a peice of art
Or it shall be forgotten!
Tread carefully o wanderer, traveler, seeker sane
Cause you are constantly being watched
In this world, where judgement doesn’t cost a penny
Hobbies are to be separated from work
And work ought to be perfect!
No room for mediocrity!
No room for dreams
Burn those rascals, feed them to the dogs!
Focus, focus, focus….
Replicate your best work
The one that people talk about
The only one that matters
Cause in this world filled with self doubt and inferiority complexes
The reader is your god
And replication, your prayer