Reading, writing, dreaming dreams 

Becomes not always what it seems 

Living only virtually 

Isn't a life, actually 

Just a starving heart and mind 

Making up all the stories behind 

The truth's closing in eventually 

Poems and stories, maybe a book 

Life isn't as empty as it might look 

Feel the sensation

Of pure imagination

Living could never have been in vain

The soul is such a mighty train

And life is just another station