There is something everywhere

There is something everywhere

I walk routinely back to a clustered room
With a head full of expectant thoughts.
Empty beer bottles shape my path as I
Fumble around for The Grapes of Wrath.

I get lost yet again in Steinbeck’s magic,
Flicking too fast for my eyes to keep up.
In a world full of surprises, set by fate,
I stumble across a new hidden secret.

But sometimes they’re not as hidden as you think.
Inside the cover, simply written in ink.
A book is art as much as anything else,
It could change your life, and it could change your self.

What some of us lack is appreciation.
There is something everywhere, we live this world.
Passion unites us from nation to nation-
There is something everywhere, I love this world.