As I silently read,
what can not exist,
through the thick black ink,
I can only imagine.

Fantasy, fiction, legends and myths,
any time I read,I imagine myself
in a different dimension than mine.
Where monsters exist and elves are kings
and everything is possible if i just believe.

It swirls me around
and makes me different.
Four, five, six hours, it doesn’t matter,
being teleported to different places.

It makes me experience,
even inspire.
It gives me new ideas
and increases my knowledge.

The end of the book is here,
everything’s back to normal.
The evil is fought
and the kingdom is saved,
there are riches awaiting me,
just one book away.