Treasure Island

Mustafa Ghuneim

(31/7/1991 / Egypt)

The Reader of the Book

When I pass by the window
I see the light is going in,
It feels the morning is shining out,
but how can a prisoner feels it,
It's hard to say that freedom is gone,
your mind always can fly, breaks the lock,
Got your brain in an open book,
Freezes your body but your soul will always live,
You wanna take but will have to give,
And then you will learn how to save others,
How to make yourself bothered,
How to gather, bind, not to break and shatter,
Try to Live in your stories And live your own events,
celebrate your ceremonies, and know your own egoes,
Try to see, through a reader's eye,
Then you will know the reason of your sigh.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Edited: Thursday, June 04, 2009

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