Stories
Surrounded by books from an early age
A magical world on each paper page
By the time I was ten I had lived thousands of lives
Saving my people and flying through the skies.
It filled my head with aspirations
To build my own world without complications
Of everyday life that no one needs
of war and politics and infinite greed.
My stories are what I give to the earth
In the hopes that they will eventually birth A tree of inspiration for others to climb
So they can carry on once I've run out of time.
