Milli Vanilli

I feel like Milli Vanilli
With every word I write
It's already been said, done, sung, performed
Except I don't make money

Humility is a possessed virtue
But it doesn't instigate output
A web of words I've heard before
All uttered by other sources first
And subconsciously placed into
My language: words, phrases,
Verses, sentences, paragraphs,
Poems, stories, essays, thoughts

Source example:
Rousseau writes in Emile,
"I hate books, they only teach us to talk about the
things we know nothing about."
We know nothing about
We know nothing about
We know nothing about