Were the Barenaked Ladies right?

More specifically, has it all been done? from where i I sit in a public place, whose main income comes from coffee, a group of 7 people, what i can best describe as "kids" (high schoolers at least, new freshmen at most) sit and talk of a recent reading. their thoughts on the book no longer novel, but the same things i heard and thought when i was at their age. do i expect something more? is this how teachers become burnt out? is this why professors are bored with existence? this is why i don't come to public places who talk and "think". i am cynical. too cynical. there is new. there is inovation. only after all the thoughts that have already been reached have been reached. then the road might diverge. there is hope. more often than not, one of the masses they shall become. blending into the conglomerate that is society. behold the headless beast that preys on the young and spits out the old. don't ask me how it does it. the anatomy doesn't make sense, but so goes the use of literary devices.

i've become decidedly less poetically contrived. i'm more for prose. and short sentences. improper use of punctuation. periods to imply pauses. rather than the end of a sentence. and i can't even do that right.