Longing Life
Each day she comes to sit and read
A story in herself
It often makes her feel as if
Her life dwells on a shelf
She lived here with her parents
For nigh on twenty years
With everything provided
Free from pain or fear
But still there's something lacking
A void that she can't fight
It starts in with the morning
Then gets stronger toward the night
She tries to read away
The longing in her heart
But the volumes cannot stay
Her desire to depart
These books have shown her well
many exotic places
Adventures and excitement
That her mind for now embraces
One day she vows to leave
The sanctity of home
But for now, she'll read her books
And sit and dream alone
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