I’m not dealing with the world today
It’s too big and I feel so small.
I’m building a fort of unread books
And in it I will crawl.
I’ll wrap myself in the warmth of tales
Both real and make believe
Enraptured in every single word
It’ll be tomorrow before I leave.
Hour by hour and page by page
I’ll be lost in mysteries and lore
And classics, plays and on and on
I’ll never stop wanting more
I’ll draw power from the words I read
For power all words do possess.
And the many ideas that I absorb
Will guide me like a compass.
Passages from books I read
Will stay with me all my life.
And comfort and embolden me
When my life is full of strife.
And when I need some extra space
When the world feels like its hell
I’ll always have my fort of books
To take shelter in for a day and dwell.