The gateway was usual enough; it had
A cover, a spine, a contents, a title
On the front of it, and even a long curly name
I never bothered to read. Me, myself and I
Did what dreamers do - daydreamed in the sunny
Room, created forgotten pathways, wished upon
Shooting stars, floated through mind boggling
Pages, engulfed every juicy detail of my
Favourite characters,
Slayed monsters, traded or collected

Doing nothing important.