A mysterious game
We never stop -
I cross borders
And leave traces for you.
Books have a consequence
In which we should read them,
Otherwise,
We can be deprived
Of our wisdom.
I can't imagine
Destroying them
Or any work of art
But I'm not too peaceful either -
We can burn the enemy's mind
With our knowledge
And humour.
Then I show you my weird dreams
And you smile.
I don't feel left out
Anymore.
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