They are barely used anymore
Precious books with gallant tales
Unlocked doors with the keys inside
Treasures for the wisdom they hold
Wisdom our mouths could never tell
Whispers our ears could never hear
Do not tell me what they say
For they speak for themselves
Our words cannot trap theirs
And neither can our interpretations
We gather them like gold
Stowing them away like secrets
Even though all we ever needed
Is all they contain
How the world should be turning
As opposed to it's modern day spiral
~ ECD
