22. I was Reading
I was
lost. I was fascinated.
I was
discovering. I was liberated.
The
feeling was so intense and I was undone.
That
feeling was my undoing.
This
tale that I am singing is not about any other notion,
It’s
just about feelings and those emotions
About
the multiple emotions a human possess.
I was
reading, the novel that sang a beautiful tale.
One that
compelled the ship of imagination to sail.
I was
reading, fictions, non-fiction or sometimes even mythology.
Fantasy,
mystery or the world of philosophy.
I was
reading, reeling with some unnamed emotions that went haywire.
Or
sometimes giggling and amused for I love satire.
I was
reading, for I feel that urge and compulsion.
Of
having that alternative world of imagination.
I was
lost. I was fascinated.
I was
discovering. I was liberated.
I was
lost in my own imagination.
I was
fascinated by a beautiful creation.
I was
discovering the aid of isolation.
I was
liberated from this relentless nation.
I was
reading.
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