Thursday, April 23, 2009


In some red chairs, way off in a corner,
where through a big window shines that old sun,
we all sit down, and get ourselves settled
prepared for a day, filled with great fun.

We let out a breath, quite anxious to start,
with time flowing by, unchecked as it goes
time in this place, has no meaning, you see
as you're sucked in by enrapturing prose.

Wizards and Dragons, great lands from afar,
real’s not real, nor unreal not,
the mind will see, what you tell it to see
and if you know this, you'll see a whole lot.

I just wish, I had in my power
to sit and read books, every last hour.

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