Recycling

We're recycling our recycling
We're reusing it again
We're pretending when inventing
We have made a new refrain

But you've heard it before
There's an echo in mind
If you search book and law
There's carbon copies to find

And yet, and yet,
There will be detail in the blur
If you really search I bet
There's some uniqueness to infer

Either in the manner of creation
Or in the angle of elevation
If you truly made it, truly you
There's a part that's solely your view

Learn to grow that little speck
Learn to let the "you" infect
And then the thought you profess
Will still be recycled, but a little less