Drowning in their sorrows,
Blocking my own.
Bathing in their triumphs,
Leaving mine at home.
Learning to think
In ways not my own
Learning to drink
Of knowledge unknown.
I've lived thousands of lives,
Died hundreds of times
But I still search
For a perfect perch
On which I can stand
Free of a helping hand.
And so I read,
And read some more
Until my eyes are sore
And I can't read anymore.