RELEVANCE
If I can have the masters
The builders; the creators
Why would I settle
For mediocre copycats
Why would I do that?
Why fawn over a forgery
Dismiss originality
When I could have the very ones
Who made the lines and textures I can feel?
If I can see the faces
Experience the traces
Of the lush colors that still remain
The soul that lives, and is ingrained
In every sound and each refrain
In spite of passing time
Why wouldn't I want
What the discerning know is genuine?
The beauty and the joy remains
It’s quite sublime
But who decides what’s relevant, or no?
Who decides to cast away
What’s still worthy of note, or praise?
Why search the world over
Why trip, and fall, and stumble
Reaching over what is at my feet
Pretending that it’s hard to see
For something over there
That’s lacking all that made a thing
The satisfying treasure that we share?
Why would I do it?
Why do we?
Did we not know?
Who did we ask?
Just how important
Is the task?
Is there no one
Right here among us
Who knows quite well
The path before us?
Why do we go out of our way
To cast aside, ignore—erase
What’s clearly still alive
What’s willing to oblige
What’s still as strong today
As it was yesterday
Is it really out of reach
Or is it immaturity
Envy, sabotage
Or deceit that seeks to hide, and dim
And keep what's still good, locked away?
Is ignorance the dreaded thing
That leads to doing everything
Except to simply ask?
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