The Library

The room is empy
As I stroled every corner
Wandering around in my own twisted peace
A glimmer to the left catches my eye,
A reference to the wind in my prehistoric life.

The math here is simple
Air plus Me equals Space,
Space to be filled by only my imagination,
A calculation of science and integers.

It's like writing a handbook
On decoding reality;
Statystical analysis has been pushed
Out of my mind
Estimating that I'll be here for a while.

Each shelf will be filled
By my own subject matter
From nose picking
To mystical shoelaces;
In my old life I was ten foot small
In this world I'm a hundred feet tall.

It will be the biggest library
I've ever seen
And this world will move as I please
This is my audience of psychos and playwrights
And I will keep them seated as I recite.

No more hands to stand
And hold me back
Time to take a giant leap
That will last a lifetime.

And I see the starry eyes
And I see his crooked smile
The one that told me it was time to try.

April 15, 2010