I read a book the other day
The words leaping off in e'vry way
As each page was turned
Another problem conquered and burned
Visions dancing within the spine
Taking shape and depth with each line
Each paragraph finished took me away
To a better or different day
In a place I'd yet to see
And probably never really be
The last page finished
The journey no less diminished
As I am transported back
To reality, the book goes on the rack.