Behind my books I hide in another world, <br /> <br />I hang onto every word, wait for words to be spoken. <br /> <br />I block out all that is around me, <br /> <br />And put on headphones so they know to let me be. <br /> <br />Soon sense of time leaves my mind. <br /> <br />Everyone's so ignorant, so blind, <br /> <br />Rushing back and forth, here and there, <br /> <br />But they are all trapped, going no where. <br /> <br />They are all so wrong, I don't know where to begin, <br /> <br />Trying to be like one another, to fit in. <br /> <br />Here I am no one, a spec of dust, <br /> <br />So I only stay, unnoticed, if I must. <br /> <br />In my books, far away <br /> <br />If I could, I would spend all day.<br /><br />Mahfooz Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-violet-b-when-reading-my-books/
