Everything has been said.

Everything has always been said before.

I open a page in a notebook

And try to say it again,

Only differently.

A new way of saying the same thing-

Feeling the same feeling

That at this very moment only I feel

Despite the billions of other people

That inhabit this planet at exactly the same time as me.

What are the chances of that?

I put on my hat

My coat

And my shoes

And I take the dog out.

I hope he shits so I can relax

Get into the thing that can take me to the place.

I know I will get there

But the sacrifice tears at the soul like a rabid dog

Consuming my sanity one word at a time

Until madness is all that is left on the page

Burning my eyes into teary submission.

A small price to pay, I suspect

For a return ticket.