The Same, But New

Sometimes I just stare at the blank page and think to myself: "How many before me felt as clueless as I do now?" What to write? NO - what to say? Wrong again - what to answer?

"Do all people just ask themselves questions and write their answers?"

I mulled over that one for twenty minutes. Internally. Not on the still blank paper. Maybe it's not worth to think so hard. "Everything has been said already - in one way or another. I'm just retelling the same story with a twist. People are into it." Are they though? I mulled for the rest of my life.