I find it quite clear,

That by reading, my dear,

I find myself trekking in a world rather queer,

Things far away seem oddly so near,

I listen to sounds that are quite impossible to hear,

Oh, don’t you fret now. It’s nothing to fear,

For with reading and writing, I’m a strong engineer,

I’m a writer, a soothsayer, a prophet, and a seer!

I can morph a desire, a sorrow, and a tear,

Into a breathtaking journey, that I, myself shall steer,

More thoughts, more emotions, more pages to smear,

More characters to voice, for I am a puppeteer!

Many creations to create, so little days in a year,

The ink on the pages, so pure, and so sheer,

I can blissfully say: My writing’s my musketeer,

Something that will stay, and never disappear.