There’s so much space up there that goes unattended to

That’s ravaged by foreigners if not intentionally inhabited by you

Recycle someone else’s essence and you’re just a hand me down

Just a server at the wedding playing dress up in the bride’s gown

All that power generated and wasted on regurgitating a thought

Spending all that you’ve been given on what someone else bought

It seems quoting the wisdom of another has become a trend

With giving life to that, idea production has come to an end

There’s no need to harvest every single thing you may know

But we’re really missing out on those seeds you won’t let grow

It becomes ignorance when you choose to be blind

This is the beginning Project Occupy Your Mind