Lost between the pages
of an old library book,
most aware of strangers
that don't want me to look.
With every page I turn
there's much I come to know,
what other people say
and do I watch and then I go.
I try to judge the cover
of a plain old text book,
I may be wrong in my view,
it's the look I never took.
When the book is closed
I don't know much at all,
what am I suppose to do
when other people fall.
The book has many views,
pages that are read,
what I see in others
goes straight to my head.
It's experienced knowledge
in a setting I understand,
I learn through other people
as I'm guided by their hand.
A contest entry
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1000 points, ended October 19, 2008, 17 entries
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