The Library

The library is silent, or that's what they'd hope,
but the people caged up here, they just couldn't cope,
without the hushed exclamations, oh, how rebellious they are,
ignoring the steel angered glares from afar.

There's a girl in the corner, she's reading a book,
but her eyes are glazed over, she just doesn't look,
at the words there before her, tumbling out of the page,
she doesn't seem to get it: it must be her age.

There are thousands of fantasies here for people to enjoy,
to escape the mundane feelings of a normal girl or boy,
even for adults, it's an escape from their lives,
a deadend job, a tradgety, or maybe just their wives.

The library that stands here, can swallow people up,
immurse them for days, as they wouldn't think to look,
at such a thing as a clock while a battle rages on,
it flashes across their face, but in a moment it's gone.

There are countless adventures, just waiting to be had,
to make you laugh, shake you up or even make you sad,
but when life gets you down, you can return there with ease,
to forget your obligations, and be who you pelase.