The Necessitate

I owned a book,
edited and sensored so it suits me
in every aspect that'd caress me
joy and hardships all shared
the world so dark was revealed
a loving hand; a warm smile;
the happy times and sad; all shared
not one way but two--
mutual were the feelings
and they were all cared for
it takes you so deep into the adventures,
the the depth of the sea, the peak of the mountain,
the thickness of the jungle and yet more,
but in and out I was safe, because
I aint there, though I was
never I had to fear the sharks as i raft;
nor shiver in cold in early morning tracks
because warm and cozy as i was,
covered in a linen, and a hot coffee mug
healthy and happy...
oh 'happy', i ain't sure
because i know no meaning of it,
did what all i really opted for was to read it?
or was the thrill was for real?
would I bungee jump if i was given the chance?
or would i just lay back in the aisle?
soon comes the judgement day..,
the day that the book wanted to gobble you up
so you have to run and walk; jump and lay low;
swim and dive; and make decision that's right;
and walk, or rather run the territory unknown...

Scared and dumbfound, little did i know
of the world so blurry and fogged,
the fog that's struck to the mirror
and hid my vision
but it was the judgement day and the jury rose,
not for the victim, but for the law, the one that speaks of
''safe all citizens'', so I obliged and gave way
and burnt the book,
the one that gave life to lifeless,
smile to the smile-less
little did i know, oh little did i know..
too little that I couldn't save it
from the ashes so dark and fragile it became
shame that one cant put them back
because life goes only one way and its never backwards...