To dive into stories as if they were pools
To immerse oneself within their depths
Is an occupation for dreamers, for artists, for fools
Who recognized they didn’t look before they leapt
It’s not what you seek, what you think, what you expect
That should convince you to dive recklessly
It is the unknown, untold and unfound
That should tempt you so effortlessly
Just take what you find, and find what to take
In the end, my lesson will serve
Take any strange word as its own reward
A diversion that only you observe
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