A  man hath naught
          but that he is;
          empty dreams
          and silent fantasies;
          prayers to a dead god
          who cannot answer.

          A  soul betrayed
          behind a masque;
          a tattered play
          without a script.
          where the mad perform
          before the lifeless.

          Who exist
          in but another's dreams.
 
 
 

     This page is beige with dark veins running through it. The impression is that of an aged, crumpled letter.  The poem is almost completely written in the black, gothic script except the last two lines which are in the red angular script.
     The first stanza reiterates the sentiment expressed earlier that person's ideals are just dreams that person chooses to lend credence to.  The universe is indifferent to a person's life.  Life's only meaning is one's solitary thoughts, for that is Truth.
     The second paragraph states that not only does one create their own destiny, one then hides it to act out a different part that one feels he should portray.  Again the universe is indifferent to this scenario.
     The finish of the poem states that even this higher ideal for which one performs is of his own devising or worse yet, of another's devising.
 
 

        The song playing is Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" and can be found at  The Midi Jukebox.