What am I if not some pawn to my own mind? <br />These self imposed limitations that I have put on my self- <br />Resemble that of a book on a shelf. <br />What am I? <br />But an Upright Livre falling farther behind <br />I am gathering dust without reading—that is my cry.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cry-to-livre/
