Books are my sanctuary
Where things are imaginary

I fall into the pages
Into different worlds, places, and stages

I can lose myself in the prose
Where metaphors and similes are juxtaposed

I can be someone else for a while
Fight crime, wave a wand, live the Jones’ lifestyle

I’m free to travel near or far
Through fiction, fantasy, mystery or memoir

Books are my safety net
A place to escape all of life’s regrets