I spend hours,
then, whole days are lost.
Reading others’ stories, feeling their poetry,
sometimes offering my love
by repeating their words back to them,
that caught my attention,
sharing love in the form of ‘like,’
to give them encouragement,
I went to college, several times, but
Life got in the way.
I spend my time now, on sabbatical,
mending this life,
by immersing myself in their words,
learning from them,
with only scholarly appreciation
for the collected works of the masses.
No regrets, then, for those whole days lost
in the thoughts of others.
This is my education,
as I write my own dissertation,
consuming the works that show me the world,
through the minds of others,
providing the view.