A seemingly infinte amount of books line shelves old and new
You can't possibly read them all, but shouldn't settle for just a few
The cover is a starting point for weeding through the masses
Even though its what the author wants you to see, not necessarily what is past it
Some books have lost their covers too
Taken apart by readers that came before you
Whether the cover is hard or soft
The pages it protects, holds the truths that you've sought
Your world could be warped by the words of one page
You could flip through a thousand and find they had nothing to say
There's no guarantee of what you will find
But I urge you keep looking, and yes it takes time
For if you've found a story that never gets old
You can read it each night and new love still unfolds
Then you already know there's nothing better you can do
Than looking for that book that was written just for you