Spell

This pile of books,

Is my only friend,

We’ve been to worlds far away,

But I know it’s just pretend.

This corner nook,

By the window sill,

Shows a world as clear as day,

A destiny I can’t fulfil.

If I had a spell,

That would work on you,

It would likely make all my dreams come true,

But, if I had a spell,

That would work on you,

I don’t think that I’d be able to follow through.

This pile of books,

Has been my ball and chain,

I’ve been held by the weight of the words,

But I won’t make that mistake again.

This heavy door,

Under lock and key,

Has never been held shut,

By anyone other than me.

If I had a spell,

That would work on you,

It would likely make all my dreams come true,

But, if I had a spell,

That would work on you,

I don’t think that I’d be able to follow through.

If I had a spell,

That would work on you,

It would likely make all my dreams come true,

But, if I had a spell,

That would work on you,

I don’t think that I’d be able to follow through.