Paperback Labyrinth

Outlined in a halo The ideas of one soul to another Who knows why this text calls to me from the void the faceless overwhelming shelf of hopes and dreams As I reach out and touch the fragile composition held together by pulp and pages formed by the past Does the one who scribed this unknown entity know that I will embark into their labyrinth of ideas so carefully pruned collected from a cloud turned liquid then solid and sealed to be sold The story I am about to consume might as well be greek until the focal point of my view shapes it into meaning and then leaves an impression in me finding my own way through the maze to the center of these dreams where the meaning of life lies inside this book inside any book anywhere