Soulless are the waves
The light is dimming on this open field
Trapped are the people
We're waiting to be saved
Age and governance rule our thoughts
They've torn the books apart
No more time left in this melting pot
Sandless remain the shores
Not much going for you when your feet can't leave the floor
This library is cold
Lacking dust and books of meaning
No organized chaos
No stacks along the wall
Just a complicated filing system
You may expect me to rhyme
But I'm afraid you're wasting your time
This place holds no inspiration, no magic to be found
I get lost here, my mind stays behind
I shouting to the books, waiting to be found
I suppose for now my feet wont leave the ground
That was haunting.
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