Happier When

Happier When

I'm happier with a book in my hand

Then a joint between my fingertips

I like journeying across a fantasy land

Rather than getting tipsy off a few sips

It isn't hard to understand

This feeling isn't rare

I feel better with pages beneath my hand

Then I am paranoid and scared

I'd rather be with my family or friends

Telling stories and having adventures

Then partying till the night ends

But don't listen to my scriptures

I'm not your father, priest or Lord

I'm just a girl with her own brain

When I'm reading I'm never bored

For some that might seem insane

This is real, unreal

The point is this

I like to crack the seal

Of a book with my fist

-Eleanor Hastings

Man, I just need to stop trying to rhyme.