I belong to a world of black and white,
where even the darkest things come to light,
I belong to a world of piles of books,
where a character’s heart means more than looks,
I belong to a world where words blend,
where a noble action can make reality bend,
I belong to a world of paper and ink,
where the woes of society seem to shrink,
I belong to a world of pure fiction,
where a simple story becomes a newfound addiction.