In the world of comics where the colors fly to life,
I dive into adventures with the strife.
With each page turned I'm lost in fantasy,
through this realm of imagination I am free.
I'm slowly home where the hours slip away,
in the comfort of my haven I choose to stay.
With every dream I leave I find my peace,
in this sanctuary of indulgence my worry seeks.
Just in the night,
my comics and my cozy little nook,
where every story sleeps like an open book,
a day half-marched and the night still young.
In the land of heroes where villains roam
I find solace in these hills I own my own.
With each panel drawn a new adventure unfolds,
in this universe of what we've not shared before.
I'm slowly home where the hours slip away,
in the comfort of my haven I choose to stay.
With every dream I leave I find my peace,
in this sanctuary of indulgence my worry seeks.
Just in the night,
my comics and my cozy little nook,
where every story sleeps like an open
book,
a day half-marched and the night still young.
In this land of make-believe I'm as the sun sets and stars align,
I'll keep turning pages
until the end of time.
How many stories shall I find myself in this world of comics?