Cliché

The new place.The new comp.The new monitor.The new chair.The new page am typing on ...wait a minute .. wat is new about it?
Looks like the words are propping up from below the texpad onto it ,rather than from my head.Nothing new about it..Someone has used it before.. the place seems to come to life and i seem to feel.....

wat i read has been read before .
wat i write has been written before.
wat i like has been liked before .
wat i dislike has been disliked before .
wat i say has been said before .
wat i hear has been heard before .
wat i cry for has been cried for before .
wat i laugh at has been laughed at before .
wat i win has been won before .
wat i loose has been lost before .
wat i learn has been learnt before .
wat i teach has been taught before.
wat i love has been loved before .
wat i hate has been hated before .

And....

wat i read has been written before .
wat i write has been read before .
wat i like has been disliked before.
wat i dislike has been liked before .
wat i say has been heard before .
wat i hear has been said before .
wat i cry for has been laughed at before .
wat i laugh at has been cried for before .
wat i win has been lost before .
wat i loose has been won before .
wat i learn has been taught before .
wat i teach has been learnt before .
wat i love has been hated before .
wat i hate has been loved before .

This life is a cliché. It has been lived before..I am not the first , nor am I the last.
Just as i finish this, in my mind i reread the above sentences prefixing them with "wat if "
and i smile to myself but..I have never EXPERIENCED it before..