An Afternoon in the Library

I sat across the table ,
Staring at the empty chairs.
I look across the bookshelves,
With voices ringing in my ears..
Until my eyes rested on the doors
And i thought it would open
But instead somewhere in the thoughts the time just grew swollen .
The piles of books and the myriad of thoughts...
I stared at the bookmarks,
And thought of the weird plots...
Authors ,art,plots and identities,
I feel lost amidst the patterns...
But none ever realised the futility.
In the vain endeavours and lifelong searches,
They'll all be lost ,didn't they ever think ?
Once there's a rebirth and new means of thinking...