Why would you want reality,
when the written word makes you so much more free?
When adventures and treasures you could never own,
are open and offered and planted and grown.
Escape to the country, or mountains or seas,
escape with the eagles or with lions as steeds.
To places where age or all time has stood still,
where heroes are dashing and magicians thrill.
In words I find friends, and family and trust,
and things that don't age, or break down and rust.
I know that the real world has something to give,
but I'm glad that at some times in words I can live.
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I'm excited by little things, like shiny plastic and new friends. I go to the beach in winter.
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