Behind my books I hide in another world,
I hang onto every word, wait for words to be spoken.
I block out all that is around me,
And put on headphones so they know to let me be.
Soon sense of time leaves my mind.
Everyone's so ignorant, so blind,
Rushing back and forth, here and there,
But they are all trapped, going no where.
They are all so wrong, I don't know where to begin,
Trying to be like one another, to fit in.
Here I am no one, a spec of dust,
So I only stay, unnoticed, if I must.
In my books, far away
If I could, I would spend all day.
Topic(s) of this poem: books