The Copy..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it has always
been that way.
you have never
changed always
wanting for
change, always
discarding what
is here, what
comes next, and
what should
have stayed.

what stars
made you? what
sign? what
discontent is
there
implanted in
your
genetic code.

you invited
this and then
later you tell
it is not.

there must be
this curse.
you never want
fame,
no honor suits
you.

if they only
knew where your
greatness lies,
they would have
copied you.