Paper Man

I am a paper man, one who can barely stand

A tiny space between eternal future and past

I am but a blot of ink on the page of life

So many that I am forgotten fast

I have felt the universe in my chest

Life so full it seems that there is more to me

Yet other times the wolrd bellows big

And I am nothing but a tiny squeak

Time gently carries, until it decides to drop

Then the drop is not to ground but in it

Life is a game but all games end

But life you lose, you never win it

Love I feel, burning like a firestorm

Yet at times it flickers, drenched by fear

I know its real, because the fire burns back

And doubt is much harder to hear

Life can seem like a dream my mind made

But I know it's not true because I've seen

The ancientness of the mountains and valleys

They tell me that they've always been

Life I live, a hermit in my own head

Listening to the same voice from a different body

Age creeps like a thief in the night

Yet it does so bodly, and thus oddly

I am a paper man, one who can barely stand

A tiny space between eternal future and past

My space I inhabit, in my space I live

Until I find the reason I exist, a creator of my paper body