Reading a book in the sun
can get you so absorbed in
what you're reading
that when you look up
it's as if everything around you
were new.
You're staring at yourself
For the first time wondering:
Is that really me?
Is this my life?
Surely not.
I belong in this book.
I suppose that's what
happened
to Don Quixote.
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
Reading a book in the sun
can get you so absorbed in
what you're reading
that when you look up
it's as if everything around you
were new.
You're staring at yourself
For the first time wondering:
Is that really me?
Is this my life?
Surely not.
I belong in this book.
I suppose that's what
happened
to Don Quixote.
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