Reading is my passion

It consumes my very soul

Getting lost in fantasies

To kneel in the Elf king’s hall

To sail upon a merchant ship

Through murky Indian waters

The sharp smell of Indian spices

Pervades my world for hours

To run below the opera house

With the Phantom and Christine

To stand on Juliet’s balcony

And hear the Mock’ bird sing

To touch the crumbling cheek

Of the once majestic Sphinx

To climb among the pyramids

Rest beside the desert lynx

To eat the poisoned apple

Given to Snow White

To hike the Hundred Acre Wood

Sleep through an Arabian Night

The world is at my fingertips

I just have to crack the binding

Brush away the dirt and dust

And continue with the mining