What was fiction 

is now real

What could not 

be felt

I can now feel. 

Watching around

myself as 

life forms and 

travels on its 

individual and 

seperate paths. 

Searching 

for those of like 

mind. 

Those who 

realize, alone 

mankind is not. 

I searched, 

for something more. 

Found it. 

What I sought 

after is not

what I found. 

The something more

was so much 

more than I 

ever imagined. 

Finding it, ended it. 

This is the end 

of something more. 

no longer searching

for the next closed

door. 

The knowledge 

I thought each one

contained has 

been rendered 

attainable in 

a seperate plane. 

No longer searching

for the next 

closed door. 

This is the end 

of something more.