My life a library of books concurrently recited to me
By time. The words are crooks

Because the have hooks
Upon my eyes and I, me;
My life a library of books

And some judge by the looks
Not paragraphs written to me
By time. The words are crooks.

The author cooks
Different stories for me to see;
My life a library of books.

My life filled with clocks
The tick and tock words to me
By time. The words are crooks!

My attention locks
On the words waves of the sea.
My life a library of books
By time. The words are crooks