You can open the pages just to unwind
It is nice to be in a world that’s not your own
It is like falling in love with a piece of someone’s mind

The words on the page, to the feel of the spine
Books are the mirror to reality the words have sewn
You can escape this boring world in which we are all confined

The characters can understand you better than your own kind
It feels like a hug, making you feel less alone
It is like falling in love with a piece of someone’s mind

The lessons you can learn, with real life they intertwine
They can teach you that it’s okay when a solutions unknown
You can escape this boring world to which we are all confined

Books are an endless pool of thoughts, going against how our world is designed
Feeling as free as the birds that have graced the sky and flown
It is like falling in love with a piece of someone’s mind

Sometimes when I feel like my emotions have declined
I pick up a book when the world getting too much is prone
You can open the pages just to unwind
It is like falling in love with a piece of someone’s mind.

The shrug of the shoulders,
when asked if they have plans,
The group in a group created without your hands.

You brush it off,
create a cloud in your head,
A cloud that is covering what is done,
And what is said

You want to speak up,
but the cloud covers your eyes
It whispers in your ears
Theres nothing wrong,  everythings fine.

Because through unshed tears when  you ask
"what was the joke?"
All those thoughts mean the delusion nearly broke

So you let the thick clouds veil you,
circling you like a roundabout
Becasue in the end its kinder
to give the benefit of the doubt