They stood there
Row after Row.

Stacks of Knowledge,
Just waiting to be opened.

I looked at them,
Like empty chairs in my life.

Waiting to be filled,
Just open them 
I said to myself.

Wisdom and wonder
Awaited a turning of the page.

But I just sat there
Caught in life 
And by a life too busy.

To busy to live
To busy to learn
To busy to dream…