Bookworm

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 Bookworm by Nicholas Daum

Go on adventures in the words,

in our minds,

in the words in our minds

in the words for our minds

in the words of our minds

A compact castle one day, a wonderful waterfall the next

The sky was our limit-

when not,

it was infinity and beyond.

Remember every line, every flowing description out of the pages,

like leaves from the great paperback tree.

Hours indoors, or out, or in between with a book in hand,

a new word every day; 

nay

every minute

Not a care in the world, besides dinner and bath,

We saw the wall:

our imaginations,

and painted it with beautiful creations 

Why take on the world, when the world will take us on an adventure?

Today we read because it is mandatory.

Gone are the pictures, and small font has replaced them.

Where once was imagination, now is obligation.

Why remember the dates, data, downbeat information,

(dull at best)

When it will all be erased after the test?

Even poetry must be analysed and essayed for the sake of an A

As it must B, 

we C, 

for not thinking hard enough will earn a D.

Responsibility, expectations, hard-work, study, study, study,

these words are a part of our new vocabulary.

Part of Our new vocabulary.

We now see the wall, 

the wall of text,

the wall of black and white

The wall of Times New Roman 

and realize we are all just bricks in it

We are still facing the world --

some things never change --

but are we ready?