Misunderstood Books
So Consumed In Re-Reading Old Chapters
Hoping The Plot Has Changed
Not Realizing The Book Will Never Be Edited
So You Label It Discontinued
And Hide It On The Deepest Shelf
Knowing That In This Generation No One Likes To
Or Even Cares To Read
They're Too Consumed In Greed
So Busy Trying To Impress Each Other
Not Knowing Inside We All Have That Hidden Chapter
They Love To Judge A Book By Its Cover
Worn And Torn And Damaged By Its Owner
Not Knowing There's An Adventurous Story Inside
Put A Book In Front Of Their Face And They'll Act Blind
But When I Read I Leave The Hell
That I Am Currently Implanted On
And Begin My Journey
To A Place Where I Can See, Hear, Feel, And Understand
A Place Greater Than This Land
A Place Where I Don't Have To Fool Myself And Others Im Happy
Because In This World I Feel Crappy
It's All Just A Trap To Me
So When I Read Just Let Me Be.
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