My Comfort Blanket

I carry my book wherever I go

A quiet haven a steady glow

Do I read it? Not always it’s true

But it’s weight in my hands feels like home with a view.

A cover against moments dull and grey

A spark on a banal, lifeless day

If time lingers on heavy and slow

I reach for my book and let the world go.

With every page i slip away

In to lives and ideas, that always stay

Thoughts unravel the mind taking flight

Truths collide shedding new light.

Not just a story, not just a tale

But a door to a world unfound

With ideas ordinary and profound

And only wisdom prevails.