I have heard from many great men

Many times and time again

That a book can take them far, far away

And keep their real life troubles at bay

A book may be able to do this 

Give a false sense of pure bliss

Oh how a book can blind them so well

As if they are under an unbreakable spell 

But this false reality in no way helps them

Eventually their souls it will begin to condemn

For those who waste all of their time

In the end regret squandering their prime

When a man who has dedicated his life to reading

Runs into a man whose happiness is far exceeding

He asks “What has made your life go so well?”

The man replies “Nature is the beauty which within I dwell”