To spend a few days inside a book
Among the pages in a fascinating world
To roam the streets in London town
Or to sleep in a cottage bed tightly curled
To meet characters of a different kind
To know their different lives as of my own
To dress in their favorite outfit
To dance with them clad in a ball gown
To go with them, hand in hand, to fancy places
And to celebrate a life so fine
To laugh and talk and forget the rest
One glad evening, while we dine
To feel all their swirling emotions
Happy, sad, or fright
To listen while they talk their side
And tell them all about mine
To fall in love like they always do
And know that’s the right one
Or be so happy and live in sweet solitude
In a world of carefree fun
How many lives can we live with them
Inside books among the pages
A thousand, maybe a million lives
It surely will be many ages
Every day I dive into a book
And join them in their time
Under the night lamp’s shine, and the night is prime
When the city clock strikes nine