Friday, January 30, 2009

Literary Importance

Sometimes, I wonder where the book lies,
You know, the one with all the truths,
The one with all the secrets

Is it covered in dust somewhere,
Or is it open to the right pair of eyes

I wonder why they picked it up,
That set of eyes,
Those seeking eyes,
Was it of curiosity,
Of understanding

Why weren’t you the one,
You have the book too, don’t you,
Why is it still there,
On your shelf,
aging like dead bones,
Right next to Shirley’s Guide to Home Cooking

It has the answer to your question,
You know, that one question,
The one you’ve pondered,
Since Mrs. Barnes second grade class,
The class with the multi-colored fish wallpaper,
And the Macintosh computers,
Where you played Oregon Trail

The answer is so close,
It's so simple,
But you won't find,
And you won't read it

Sometimes, I wonder where the book lies,
You know, the one with all the truths,
The one with all the secrets,
But then I remember,
We all have the book,
We need only to reach up and open it

4 comments:

  1. o0 I like the ending! Also.. old school oregon trail ftw. Though the newer one where you can actually fish and hunt is pretty freaking cool.

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  2. :) I miss that second grade class.

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  3. Yeah, it's amazing how much one can find if they take the time to be introspective and search for answers and truths within. That's a great thing about being human.

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  4. Interesting, I played oregon trail, on a mac, when I was really young too.

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