The ticking clockSweats in anticipationTwists up it's gearsAnd fiddles it's frame, just right.The only way to knowIs to go through the journey.The bookshelves murmerGossiping sounds ofShuffling pagesHiding straight inside their placeThe only way to findIs to search in the wrong places.The windowsLook into their reflectionWondering who will close themShut.The only way to beIs to find [...]