Curiosity

It’s all been said,
And so why write in futility,
In hope that new words escape this mind,
To dance across this virgin page like butterflies, untethered.  
It’s all been said,
But if by some remote chance I stumble onto something new,
I don’t want to miss it,
I want to be there,
And so in ball-point blue,
I ponder onward,
Persistent, determined.
It’s all been said
By so many, so long dead,
But even so,
Some things are worth repeating,
Over and over again,
And so this poet struggles on,
For there is no defeating,
Curiosity.