Charles' Study

Oh how I'd love to be trapped in that teeny, tiny
barely there room.
The one that smells of old leather and gathered dust on a page
so strong you can feel it on your skin.
There is no need to be tangible, but you reach out anyways
compulsed to grab on to a little bit of the magic.
To gently but prudently feel the indentation of the printed words
on aged paper and their bindings.
Yes, I long to be in that teeny, tiny
barely there room.
To soak up the histories, the romances, the adventures,
to be caught up in fantasy.
To forget reality and belong to a world more brilliant and amazing
than can possibly be truth.
To experience completely what it means to be full and satisfy my thirst
for knowledge.
It's true I wish to be hidden in that teeny, tiny
barely there room.
The quest has begun, the journey never won
until I hear a knock at the door.
Compelling me out of the perfect teeny, tiny
barely there room.