All That Needs To Be Said

The more I listen,
the less I have to say.
All that needs to be said,
has been said already.

But the brain tricks me into saying
things that have already been said:
The vacuum around me fills up
with words that gush out like a geyser
and lead to another blank sheet
over and over again
in a silly unending loop.

Damn you, brain!

All that needs to be said
has been said already.