The universe,
The floating rock that I call "home",
And life
Has existed far longer than I have.
People before me inhabited the space that I am in currently.
They felt things
And did things too.
Things that I've done
That were new concepts and ideas at the time
But now here I am
A copy
Feeling emotions
That have been felt
Ingesting sips of liquids that have previously passed through pairs of lips
Bigger than mine
With kinder words too.
A mouth that once exhaled original ideas.
I drink it anyway
I repeat it anyway
Even my tears have been shed before.
I am doomed.
Living in a generation
In a universe
On a floating rock
That's already seen it all before.
