I have a book of sand,
Its pages never end.
I turn them, but they shift
And the words are never the same.

I read of worlds beyond our own,
Of cities made of glass,
Of forests of crystal,
And rivers of fire.

I read of beings unlike ourselves,
Of creatures with many eyes,
Of gods who walk among us,
And demons who dwell in the dark.

The book is endless,
And its secrets are many.
I have read it for years,
But I have never come to the end.

The words flow through my fingers,
Like grains of sand through an hourglass.
I try to grasp them,
But they slip away.

I am lost in this book,
Adrift in a sea of words.
I am searching for a way out,
But I do not know if I will find it.

The book is a mystery,
A puzzle that I cannot solve.
I am drawn to it,
Even though I won't involve.

I am afraid of what I might find,
But I am also curious.
I must keep reading,
Even though I know I'll never reach the end.