My eyes racing from word to word,
I hold in my hands a whole new world.
With these scratches on this page,
Today I'm a spy, tomorrow a mage.
I'm on a journey to the center of the earth,
Then I'm a teen questioning his worth.
I'm a girl suffering from cancer,
Then I'm Santa rushing Prancer.
I'm an assassin on the hunt,
Then a footballer about to punt.
I'm the boy chasing the girl,
Then in 80 days I circle the world.
I'm a man in an iron suit,
Then I'm a death god craving fruit.
Behind these words is where I live,
But believe me, It's a world I would never give.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
My eyes racing from word to word,
I hold in my hands a whole new world.
With these scratches on this page,
Today I'm a spy, tomorrow a mage.
I'm on a journey to the center of the earth,
Then I'm a teen questioning his worth.
I'm a girl suffering from cancer,
Then I'm Santa rushing Prancer.
I'm an assassin on the hunt,
Then a footballer about to punt.
I'm the boy chasing the girl,
Then in 80 days I circle the world.
I'm a man in an iron suit,
Then I'm a death god craving fruit.
Behind these words is where I live,
But believe me, It's a world I would never give.
Reading pretty much everything I can get my hands on lately. From novels to comic books to poetry to manga.
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