The Library Of Babel
I am trapped with no way out.
I don’t know what it’s all about.
A Library Of Babel with endless rooms.
No way out with no ending soon.
Each door leads to another.
Endless rooms, each open to plunder.
Each room is a different time and age.
A different place to try to engage.
Every language from every time.
Ancient past to future unwinds.
Every story thats written, or will be.
Sitting there for anyone to see.
All bringing babble & more confusion.
Is all this real, or just an illusion?
Nothing to explain what’s going on.
Hallucination or nightmare, it’s all wrong.
Rooms with records of every man’s life.
Be it short or long, with all the strife.
Is this God’s record hall or am I nuts?
This is no place for the likes of us.
There has got to be a way out of here.
Maybe I just had one too many beers?
I don’t know if I am coming or going.
It is hell not really knowing.
I could stay here or move on to another.
Whatever room I’m in, I could smother.
It is too much, too big of a load.
I can’t handle the overload!!
I don’t even know how I got here?
Was I asleep or was it too many beers?
I keep thinking I will wake up.
Yet, here I am. Stuck in this rut.
Then, I have a brilliant idea to try.
“I will find the book of my life,” I cry.
It should tell me how this ends.
Will I be rescued by my friends?
After an eternity of searching,
I find my book where it was lurking
I flip to the final pages.
It says: Still in the works for the ages.
Looks like I will have to make my own ending.
I wonder if this is even trending?
—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)