You've heard the stories
of how delusional bookworms areThey stumble through the day balancing on unstable energy and broken wings thought to be patched enough for helping them escape to another world
People sneer because
fairytales and
flying and
magic are for childrenThe fancy book covers
must close once
you grow upReturn to your
cubicle,
your
backstage stool,
your passenger seatStop it.
Let people leave their chair.
The truth is, we only have one world.
One body.
One life.
Why waste it at all?