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I sit inside the library and read

the faces of the passers-by—not books.

What do they come here for, what have they need

of dusty tomes? I watch their seeking looks…

And as I see the books they take, I learn

the kinds of topics that the people want.

And yet, I wonder why they do not turn

to their own hands, to write in their own font?

Their furrowed faces, frowning, tell more than

the books in this library ever could.

Why seek they words of other authors, when

their own pens’ deep inkwells are just as good?

I say, as I—a book in a bookcase—

have little written on my own bare face.

~~~

At last! I want simplicity again!
No more hard work, no more figuring out
the puzzles and the mysteries of men—
no more time wrestling with mental doubt.
I want the simple life again! The one
where food and fun are all you worry of
(and worries of that sort are themselves fun),
where all you think about is what you love!
I need no grand ambition anymore—
no passion now complexifies my days.
I want what yearnless youth will wake up for:
for mindless games to take up all my gaze...
At last, I want simplicity again!
To RuneScape and to Stardew Valley, then!