To the future I will go.
To the past I will not roam.
It’s time to move forward.
It’s time to move on.
To stay behind would mean my life would be gone.
So in the past I will not stay.
To my future, we go.
A new place with new things, and flying books
take place; with words that roam.
There is no outside as books divide and words fill the sky.
Eyes become the soul that everyone will get to know,
And I become the queen of the worldly scenes.
Every one bows but not to me, to the books and words of history.

I now tell a rhyme of a future without any crime;
And letters that fill the sky.
But within, time letters will too divide,
and go into books that fill the library nooks.

No one will be able to resist the emptiness.
So to the shelves they will fly, to get back the time
When words filled the sky.
To the authors, everyone will look,
And no longer thank of books jokes;
But for now I look away.
And words float back into my book;
Right where they will stay,
And hope for someone else to take a look into the future of a place where
Words take place and the simplest of sentences mean everything and people can be anything.