THE BOOK STORY

Upon eyeing syllables
From an open book
We derive a personal meaning
Beside general outlook
Each sentence analysed 
By differing views, each time

Where you see clown
I could see door
And what's my bestseller
May be your nevermore
To read or not to read
I see, is just about the seed

Once planted unconsciously
The pages begin to flip
And thence very responsibly
The story slips below fingertips
Time gradually fleets thereby
With questions like 'then' & 'why'

You however could be at ease
You're safe, you do not read
You are a different breed
But there's no GPS to graves
Tombstone notes are engraved
So while we lead, you could follow

-K.G.