Scribbles on a page drew me in
To where I did not know
I opened up a reading book
Not knowing where I’d go
But go I did
On adventure and on quest
My role was simply passive
Observing was for the best
I didn’t want to feel for characters
To care as too their plight
I just wanted to pass a few hours
On a cold and dreary night
But once I was in
I couldn’t get out
And no one seemed to care
I cried at the deaths
And as to the good bits came
I whooped along with joy
You see
I would never now be free
For this new enchanting world
Was to for ever live on inside of me