Books are Bricks and Stones

Books are my mind’s skeleton

The scaffolding of me…

The blue prints of my future

And all that is meant to be.

Some books are divisive,

Layered in eclipsed mystery…

Others mapped my future plans,

On paths I couldn’t see.

Some chapters are pure fiction

Inspired pages, not for me.

They explored the lives of others…

Almost losing me at sea.

Now I read the net reviews,

Not only once, but twice…

If “Redeeming” is not mentioned,

The book review is bad advice.

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