I used some words

Put them on the paper

Maybe they would disappear like vapour

Wasn't sure if this was the right place

Maybe I had left too much space

It had been done before

But now it seemed like a chore

On the other hand I was sure someone would want some more

But then I felt like throwing everything on the floor

Was starting to wonder if this was something to deplore

But wait there was still more

Someone had gone before

Not really a new idea but rather a flaw

Maybe this time I would score

It was a difficult choice that's for sure

Put them down but it wasn't before I looked around

Maybe I might think of something profound

Whenever I thought I something it only seemed to be a sound

It was probably time for a new round

It was always just words turned around

Something to be churned and written down

None of them were new

Couldn't even think of a few

They had all been taken before

Stolen and then returned like passing through a revolving door

Even if I thought it and placed it on the page

It had already been done in a bygone age

They had all been selected even if later rejected

Written but then returned only to be waiting for another turn

It was like something earned

But even then none of us had learned

These were just thoughts that at times were blurred

But we keep writing never perturbed

They are just manifestations of things we have observed

Ideas that we keep reserved

Thoughts that we continue having undettered

I used some words