You're mind is a library -a literary sanctum
Which all of your thoughts are sorted and sifted

Fiction is thoughts that fill your dreams
Your imaginary friend you lost at 13
The "wouldn't it be funny"'s and all those "What if"s
That filled your mind with revolutionary fits
Those little daydreams that you always clasped
When you must escape reality's iron grasp

Nonfiction is memories that you can't forget
When summer's breeze around your head swept
When gentle snow fell around your small feet
When youth left you bounding with joyful release
That time in your bed when you suddenly feared
The monsters from stories were suddenly real
When Good always won and the meek, reimbursed
Before you learned differently when you feared the worst

Horror is nightmares that crept in your sleep
Your fears and your haunts that's meanings were deep
Those things that always go bump in the night
They ooze and they crawl as they creep up your spine
The things that have happened to those that you've loved
You've walled up that nightmare and locked the door shut

Comedy is jokes that have uttered from lips
Of youthful stupidity and blade-sharpened wits
It's cut-ups and comics and gut busting laughs
It's smirking, and grinning, and "he who laughs last"

Biography is the people whose haunts that you know
I'st the mindsets of friends and the seeds that they sow
It's those little things- be they big or they small
That make up the person who stands before all

Drama is the things that have made your heart break
All the sins, all the liars, all the little mistakes
All the broken promises and all of the greed
All of the minds that have sown a bad deed

The rotunda is exactly where you now stand
Surveying all of the sections at hand
Deciding which books that you should unveil
And knowing that you'll never run out of shelves