Land Of Dreams

I dwell in a book
The book dwells in me
I’ve places to go
People to see
But I’m not really there
I go through the motions
Yet my fingertips twitch
To return to the page
I find myself smiling
At secret devotions
At words that I hear
In my quiet inner ear
The world that I know
Is a sorry deception
Hurry up
Let me go
Where’s my book
No reception…..

Go away, go away
I’m reading right now
Go away
Leave me be
The door’s locked
Anyhow.

MA. ©️ Winter 2017

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