Words have always been

A beacon of hope,

A lighthouse for me.

To travel and feel

The utopian worlds

Beyond my dreams.

Life-affirming journeys

With the turn of a page.

Living as a teenager

Mind, a wise old sage.

Such wanderings give reason

To my minuscule existence.

In this sea of shining stars

My constellation of deliverance.

Some beseech it to be

A mere hobby,

A lesser pursuit.

To such misguided

Dwellers of darkness,

“Lights will guide you home.”

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