free flow (just writing no breathing)

it's so hard to be original sometimes
like you get an idea, you feel that flow
you ask yourself have i heard this before?
or is this new to me?
so you say yes, it's all nouveau
and you start your journey of writing this piece
fiction or fact
writing nonetheless, till you feel like you've squeezed the juices of your imagination
and stretched out your imagery completely
and you read it over and over
making corrections here and there
realising oops, i said that in a rhyme a time back
hmm, that word is to verbose, so you look for a better fit
then you sit
and read and re-read again and again
till it feels right
and you sit and smile
feeling so good, so full
such a high
and you feel proud that you got it out
you love the flow
and you 'pop that collar
and let it marinate.

and then she walks up and is like yo!
"that looks like my scripture but written with a different picture"
and you gasp and realise it's true
you've fallen victim to the ism of plagiarism
you knew when you wrote that line you'd heard it before
and you sigh and can't believe the scene
you just fell prey to the unoriginality beam.