I've realized that
My books aren't able to save me
I wonder why
I ever thought they could
Pages full of words
That won't stay words
For eternity
One day they will whither like me
But I will whither faster
And they contain
More stories than me
Although maybe not more meaning
Reflections of minds
That perhaps no one
Will ever understand
Or even appreciate
Most of them
Will not be able to save
'Cause they were never experienced
But left unread like me