She had lived in books and stories,
She had been in all the words within, as though the ink had left the pages.
She had learned a lot along the way, in the adventures of her mind.
No one knew what she was hoping to find.
What she was looking for was a new home outside of her skin.
She didn't quite belong here, so she lived a life within, 
and you'd see it in her eyes, that they were deeper than a well,
Inside was a whole library of stories, that she would never tell.
She had looked much further than her eyes had ever seen.
And she had walked on words to places where her two feet had never been.