Hypnotical dictionaries.

As I am so little in front of books in a sanctuary state.

Levels, piles, shelves and overwhelming floods of books I can not read right after another.

These two little eyes makes up my input, as all the books combine I can not comprehend, understand nor what to do with all of it.

When does my time all go,

at the end will my mind be hypnotized;

as my brain fills with so much words that will be my glossary of my life.

Only a life to define all these be in majestic way for a path of belonging.

Here my pencil sings into the filled papers.

Hear the pen roar that makeup my line filled chapters drawn.

Second chapter right after 50,

I am filling my days in poetry.