As I was found in the bargain books bin,
With my blank pages written in the dust,
Expressing the depth you lost in the din.
And the drab cashier did give a dry grin,
Eyes that drew images of raw distrust,
As I was found in the bargain books bin.
My cover worn away to exposed skin,
And my gilded binding now turned to rust,
Expressing the depth you lost in the din.
My sense of meaning running all too thin,
But the temptation is surely a must,
As I was found in the bargain books bin.
In desolation and my own chagrin,
As into your hands I was thrust,
Expressing the depth you lost in the din.
And with another journey to begin,
Swift lest inquiring minds turn to disgust,
As I was found in the bargain books bin,
Expressing the depth you lost in the din.
