The Story

Mired in monotony
     I sigh but not too heavily
And turn my head and take a look
     I think I'll go and read that book
There's nothing new
     Under the sun, I know it's true
For what you wrote so long ago
     Is all about me, oh this I know
I know how it starts and I know how it ends
     And yes, I know it's all pretend

Or is it? So who's to say
     What is night and what is day
For what we create out of nothing it seems
      But heartfelt wishes and fanciful dreams
Becomes reality, at least for me
      And those around me, those I see
Who need a story that ends so well
       What is truth? Who can tell?
I smile and sigh so happily
        I've scattered that monotony

Susan