Unoriginal

I hate how often I say
Exactly what’s expected
What everyone else says
Like it’s a script
A waste of time and breath

“I’m fine. How are you?”
“Oh yes, the weather’s so nice this time of year.”

Really? We said the same things
Last year and the year before
And that guy a thousand years ago
Said it too

And it bothers me that a million people
Right now are discussing the exact same things
Thinking their problems are special
Their situations are unique

I wonder how many of them sit up late
Realizing how unoriginal it is

And tomorrow, that guy will lean in
Confidentially, of course,
And say something so mundane
As if he’s the first person to ever think of it