Caught up rereading the same old book,
With the hopes of a different denouement,
Found myself hopelessly hooked,
Lost in its profound enigma.
The crevices of its pages, stood its familiar look.
Revisiting every brutal dilemma,
Craving word after word, slumped in my nook.
If by any chance, today, I put it down,
and read a whole new genre,
I might even be found.
