I hear the echoes of songs, <br />Collect the truths no one heeds. <br />I pick up signs, gather clues, <br />String them together like beads. <br />I travel through and beyond <br />The spaces conjured by thought, <br />Stand at the crossroads of times <br />And try each path, and what not. <br />So far and deep can I go <br />In search of my real self <br />To find it solved long ago <br />In this thin book on the shelf. <br />So many novels compress <br />All fates that one can conceive, <br />And if you want, you can read <br />The script of life that you live.<br /><br />Julia Klimenova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-has-all-been-written-already/
