Ever-Elusive "New"

On a morning walk I saw the folly

in my conceit of starting afresh
As I walked a lonely lane, untrodden
Thinking that I was the first

And out of the mist appeared a wanderer
Heading the way I walked
Spared me a glance and went on his way
While I, for a moment, stopped.

For every step I took now would only
Retrace the path he's taken
I'm no pioneer of untouched land
my claim is surely mistaken

Like tea shops on the moon,
And aliens chilling on mars
Like eskimos in the arctic
And life amidst the stars

The path is old and well trodden
Even though it's new to me
Which gives me pause, as I realize
The only thing new is me.