The world of stories

I set in the corner
amidst the racks of the
books surrounded by the
world of stories.
Each book talked differently
But I was curious about
the untold secrets
hidden behind them.
I wanted to know
about all those endeavors 
Which led them here.
As I dreamt of
Becoming
one of them
I needed some serenity,
but couldn't find it
at the most silent place.
I left the room without
looking back
to the unread stories
I got down to the road
and started walking slowly
Clueless and worry less
I felt somebody was
calling me back
With an itch to know more
I returned .
This time I sat amidst
the group of strangers .
The mysterious faces
occupied themselves
with life goals
Their eyes conveyed
about them , their story .
But they were too busy
to live their own story .
That baffled me
I asked the same
question to myself
What are you really
doing with your life?
Just breathing or waiting
for someone to make myself realize
Even I have a story to tell ?