I remember looking outside of the car window in the back, 

Looking at the lights in the dark night… 

And falling asleep,

Then waking up, just being a dream… 

I dream of the experience, 

Once I’m done reading the book…

I think of achievement, 

Once the story has been told… 

I read all the books, 

With details about their location, 

But if I could actually see them,

It would be a whole different experience… 

So the next time that I close my eyes, 

And dream…

The next time I pick up a book, 

And read…

The time it takes travel to that place, 

The tired and exhausting travel… 

It’s worth it because, 

It all looks better through my experience.