You are What you Read
We are What we Read.
All of those scowls and hateful looks, described on the pages of so many books,
A reflection upon our own faces then, unless we replace that frown, with a grin.
Remembering that this is just an hallucination, of some author's own imagination.
Helps to act as a remedy, as a tonic of sorts, of how often words, the pen distorts, in the end.
Were we all to dwell upon our lives, as a soap opera, to seek each moment, as drama,
What would become, of this life, as so humdrum, just what might result in such a dilemma?
Every life is stocked to the very brim, with excitement and adventures, so many of those,
For each dull moment, we spend in every day, an equal number to inspire, to be exposed.
A book of inspiration, should get an acclamation, to be the deciding factor in our needs,
The adventurous, and those of mystique, a kind we all do seek, often our expectations, it exceeds.
On pages of the sages, where wars, and a battle rages, our lives, a desperation, all to plead.
The highly charged emotions, only to be his notions, expressed by an author's wordy greed.
The works of the great philosophers, the inventors, biographers, to serve us all, so very well,
A new school of practitioners, to receive from these contributors, the gift of imagination, shall not fail.
With every word that's read, ignorance, all has fled, the gaining of new knowledge, now the tune,
The children in every school, are all given then the fuel, to launch their rocket ships to the moon.
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