nothing new

the problem is,
along the way,
as your inventing
god, or
some type of
fix,

you'll go chasing
a piece of zirconium
in a hand,
whose master
has lost
any semblence
of a new thought.

and
the problem is,
is that we have dug
everywhere,
in pits of shit,
with our bare hands,
scrounging
for nothing
but another piece
of shit.

and our hands
are tired.

and we imagine
we're lucky.

and what we pull
up
is always
the same.

the inventions
are nothing
but
ninety year old people,
carrying the same wrinkles.

and you think
that you said something
new?