Original Stars

I've begun to find that every day
Is, in my mind, one big cliché

It's not that everything's unoriginal
It's always so doubtful

There's nothing new with the world
It feels as if everything's unfurled

The world is already blossomed
The old things are shunned

Stars are the only thing that change
They will never be deranged

The stars are the best
There is no contest

Leave them alone
They've done nothing to have to atone

For they never sin
And will always exist within

As original little dots
Upon that giant inkblot