Books
Shelves and shelves are filled
with books by many authors and of many titles
The musty smell makes my senses build
as I roam through the large aisles
With many choices I stand bewildered
thinking which section to look through
the times seems never to be ended
I pick a book from within to peruse
I curl into a couch
then open the book I have chosen
the pages are smooth to touch
the story predicted is proven
I leave the real world to enter a fake
this is a journey I have longed to take.
