What am I if not some pawn to my own mind?
These self imposed limitations that I have put on my self-
Resemble that of a book on a shelf.
What am I?
But an Upright Livre falling farther behind
I am gathering dust without reading—that is my cry.
Candice Renae Williams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cry-to-livre/
