Reading
I’ve been to a thousand magical places,
With dragons and creatures, wizards and kings.
I’ve seen ten thousand of all different faces,
Met so many friends, done so many things.
I’ve loved so many loves, lived so many lives;
Anything you can think of, I’ve already done.
I’ve mastered skills of magic, bows, and knives.
If it were a competition, I’d have already won.
Through reading, I experience things I never really could.
Through reading, I see, feel, and accomplish amazing deeds.
In books, there is such thrilling beauty, such incredible good.
There is a joy that is felt only by one who reads.
But there are other emotions only readers understand.
There is a pain so deep, you could never know,
That this pain and happiness could go hand-in-hand.
But for a reader, they do; we learned it long ago.
So while I’ve lived and loved so much,
I’ve died and lost the same amount.
I have to accept I could never really feel his touch,
And I could never really live in the beautiful worlds I recount.
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