Reality's Not Enough
“You live in a false reality”
“That’s not going to make you any smarter”
“I don’t get what you like about it”
“You’re doing that because you like to?”
“That’s so boring”
“You actually enjoy that”
Spending my life wrapped up
Wrapped up in nothing less than an amazingly unrealistic world
I’ve spend my life wrapped up in the pages of book
There's something tranquilizing about reading
Something so indescribable
about getting to paint that sensational picture in your head
When I try to explain reading to someone
I say “it's just like watching a movie, but so much better”
There is something so rewarding about finishing a book
Feeling accomplished, and so proud
With each book a different story
With each book your getting to live a completely different life
And that's what I love most about reading
I’d much rather live between the pages of books
Then live in realty
With each turn of a page something new just around the corner
I would pick a book over people anyday
Only because books don't have to understand you to like you
You only have to understand and like the book to read it
And there just something about reading
I can't quite explain
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