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



I was reading, about the different colours this world has.
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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