Open the book
more pages
words on paper
not a hint of reality
brightest fantasy
where even dreams
seem so very real
slip so easily
through grasping fingers
desperate for truth
if it exists
why am I here
what I want and feel
need perhaps
nothing at all
save the words
written on paper
Am I to be lost
to eternity
just another piece
in the infinite puzzle
time and space
created by a being
far removed
from all that we are
another voice
crying out for help
in need of being heard
above the masses
a simple wish
yet never a reply
only the silence
sweet
and indifferent