Escapist

You,
You are an escapist.
You find protection and solace in the alternate.
Seeing past reality, you wander deep.
Through withered pages of fantasies dreamed before,
In your place of solitude, you adventure.
You,
You are a lone ranger,
Only able to find peace within torn and ratty pages.
Through books you find peace, they are your forever
And you will never have to grow old.
You stay simply, eyes plastered to false realities.
Dreaming more when awake than while slumbering,
Your mind quickly gains speed, learning how to fly.
Only you.
You,
You know that the mind holds much more.
More than numbers and words,
Your brain holds stories.
The escape not far from you,
You remain unfazed.
You know that each escape,
Is only a book away.