Turn the Pages
The book is open...the choices are almost set...you just have to say yes,
The book is three pages from the start...the wallowing word revelations,
Oh how it grabs your attention like a polar bear in the Sahara Desert,
You know it needs your touch to turn...your feelings the backdrop to success.
The book is making it's way through the story...a few more pages upturned,
Has it got you guessing yet...the twists the turns....the values of cannabis,
Was it the last few lines that had you thinking....or the next lines unread,
Make the pages turn...the great story has boundless plots undefined
Well on it's way...your fingers tired from the constant stress turn..turn..turn,
A wild mans guess...your emotions pushing and pulling...a souls struggle,
Did you just rip a page out...your going to save it...might as well resign,
You don't know it's power...the struggles it's endured over creative centuries.
I found myself wanting...wishing for the pages end to come...still counting,
A fresh scent of papyrus and tree collide...history's valiant failed animosity,
Turn it...the page turn it now...the story was set in stone for your comfort,
Society...comfortable restrictions...the only way out from within
Turn...crinkle...turn turn...has it ended yet...the knowledgable resistance,
I need this deformity to shape our lives like a feather without winged owners,
Doesn't this bother the masses...the insecurities and fragile layout of it,
The pages aged from the oxidized bastards of another time...carbon you.
The book has been closed...the dust making traverse into the nostril flare,
Another allergy from forbidden knowledge that bound us inertly,
The gain...the loss...wherever it protrudes its confusing head attack
You've turned the pages successfully...let me ask you...did you learn
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