Books
Books
The name of my best friend is Harry
No, its Thomas may be Catniss or Sherlock my decision from time to time varies
I had so many friends and yet I had none
I travelled so many worlds, along with them so many battles I’ve won
Some of them were true geniuses, some were trouble makers
Some were fools, who later became the world shapers…
Each of them taught me a distinct way of life
All probabilities and possibilities they showed me were indeed rife
The funny thing about my buddies was, many times they were just as lame as me
But they viewed the world from their own perspective, they taught me how to be free!
It’s only because of them I never felt alone
Sitting in the wheelchair, so many dimensions I’ve been shown
At times they were heroes, sometimes they were real crooks
Alright, I accept my best friends were the books!