A ramble on authenticity

I always say: i don't know, i don't know, i don't know.

Why am i not someone else? Why am i not one of those whom i admire why am i not like them? Why am i not Lady Dakota or Lana del Rey?

Why are my words different then those which I love and admire so much?

I was watching an interview with Venerus one day and he said "it is difficult to make the music you like".

At first I did not understand that - I was not an artist, or at least I was not aware of it. But it is truly difficult to make the type of art you love so much and make it yours.

It is not yours if you are copying someone else, and you are always copying someone else, otherwise you should be locked down in your home 24/7.

So is anything only mine?

Is any work of art, any thought I have ever produced mine and only mine?

Am i just a copy of anything that the world has offerd me until now, just a little shorter and with hand made rings?