I fear I’ll always be a mockingbird.
Forever imitating the beauty around me,
But never having any beauty of my own.
I’ll only be able to say words that have been said before.
I’ll live my life as a cover band that never writes an original song.
I’m afraid that all I can give to this world are recycled ideas,
Said better by someone else.
What a life,
To be a mockingbird.