I'd be on a home book shelf,
Yearning to be read,
Yet failing to open myself..
In colour I'd be blue and red.
Hand written in cursive,
Containing an inspirational story.
And some poetry quite exclusive,
And the hope of glory.

  I'd be a manuscript...
    Incomplete.
     Yet to have my final touches.
Hoping my dreams don't burn to ashes,
      And my author publishes me,
       To teach and inspire,
         To bring forth glee
           Be placed in a library,
              And build an empire.
If I were a book,
I'd still have dreams...
If I were a book,
I'd still dream my dreams.