The Book
I found a book lying on the seat, On the Express Train. An old tattered one, Bookmarked with dog eared pages. I waited for someone to notice it too, But nobody there was. I picked it up and peered at it. Astonished. No author. No title. Carefully flipping through the pages, Worn with age & use, I find it filled with questions. Thousands of them. One after the other. "Where are the answers?", I wonder. I turn to the last page and find the title there. One word. "Life", it said. And I get my answers, To all the questions.