What will I say?

What can I say
It's all been said
Or has it
There's always more
One more word
The final say
Words flow out
Unceasingly
Everyday
How many fall to the ground
Lost then found
Or fade away
How many hit the mark
Or cut to the heart
Bring fire and rage
Or sprinkle still waters
Across the page
This open book
With all it's chapters
Line upon line
Verse upon verse
Turning the corner
Into this open expanse
Looking out upon this new day
Thinking more carefully
About what
I will say.