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.