Crap

yet though my lamp burns low and dim

i'm reading on and on

sometimes i feel like i will never stop 

just go on forever

till i am gonna reach up and grab all the stars

in above sky

to see the world as the world's not

then the world seemed none so bad

wait for a while

I am happy 

till i woke again

then i saw the morning sky

the world it was the old world yet

i was I and my things were wet

Book is on my chest

Oops 

for sometimes

For some books

They are just a  load of  crap.