Ryan, great post. Artists of all types find themselves,at times, not being as original as they presumed themselves to be. Your post comes at a time where multitudes of our fellow countrymen, and people all over the world are suffering unspeakable loneliness, loss, grief, and fear. I can’t tell how much I enjoyed, and was somewhat comforted, by reading it.
Many years ago I wrote a song, completely, I thought, original: but
…………….I GO ON…………….
Why did ya do me this way
Why did you pass away
We had a lot of living to do between the lines
You took a lot of me
When you ceased to be
Now memories are all that’s left behind
But I go on, yes, I go on
Though it don’t seem right to me
Yes, I go on, I go on
With this ghost that just won’t set me free
I got the mountains high
I got the oceans wide
I got the rain falling gently on my face
I got the wind that howls
And the thunder growls
Somehow without you l’ll find my place
I go on
As the days go by
I still wonder why
You got to check out before me
I guess someday I’ll learn
When it’s my turn
When this mortal body finally sets me free
I go on
Turns out maybe in the sixth grade, or so, I read a Robert Frost poem or read an interview, who knows? Let us go on!