When we say empty
We mean overflowing
Our breathing heavy
Our eyes filled
The mind running
Analyzing every moment
The memories turn
Which are real
Which have we spun
What lies have been painted
Are we truly alive
Are we just thoughts
Thoughts of another
Thoughts they harbor
A novel on the dusty counter
They dream of writing
That one book
The one who touches millions
The one that speaks
The underdog
The one with broken binding
Everyone reads them
Finding themselves among the pages
They smile
They laugh
They dream
Not a single soul is empty
We are all overflowing
