Lines aren’t always drawn clearly
What can I claim is mine to create?
Where did ideas originate?
If I learn something new, am I free to sell it?
(When someone’s been genius, hard not to be jealous)
If I lay some stake, will somebody sue?
How much do you give credit? Is it even due?
Influences are an amalgamation
Lessons, mistakes reach a culmination
But pure creativity is some kind of myth
True originality doesn’t exist!
What you deem an emergency
I may not see so urgently
So carefully, considerately
Think whether not this one’s on me
I won’t be guilt-tripped, can’t be bought
So spare excuses overwrought
May choose to help, or I may not
But if I do, I call the shot
Service never can be forced
I’ll always retain the choice
My own priorities come first and
I refuse to be coerced
The more clearly-defined I live
The more of my heart I have to give
“The most compassionate people I know also have
the most well-defined and well-respected boundaries.”