“But where exactly do these people come from?” I ask

“Are they real or does the creator wear masks?”

I vow to find the truth as I plough

Through books and books as I sow

 

“But where exactly do these characters live?” I ask

I am certain the creator is betraying his task

Oh but I must find out how these emotions grow

And please, how does black on white glow?

 

Yes, I am certain he has some betrayal hidden

For those who could create, is it not forbidden?

And those emotions that play and surround me

Until I am immersed and can no longer breathe

 

But I was so certain it was forbidden to create like this

Yet they do seem to bask in a certain bliss

Should I join and become on