___

____ float through life as would a cloud,

filled to the brim with rain.

____ am as solid as the flow

that washes off the pain.

____ wander through the halls unknown

in being, name, and face.

____ am alike a broken bulb,

as easy to replace.

____ am all that you want of me,

no agent of my own.

____ am as empty as a ghost,

unmade of flesh and bone.

____ could yet disappear today

and none would bat an eye.

None would turn the pages of

the story that is ____.