The Journey

I start to read

I start to live

A life that may be fake

But,to me, still exists

I feel the words

I breathe their air

I am them

Though it's impossible to be there

Still I relate

I investigate

I sail the ship till I reach shore

Then I feel empty

Like a part of me got shut inside

I realize then

What everyone eventually comes to realize

The fun is in playing the game itself

More than the prize

So I go on an another journey

And another

And more

And though I feel a little hollow with every end

I don't get tired of sailing

Until I reach shore

-Hana H. Barakat