Shh...

Don’t want to hear a whisper
Don’t want to hear a word
Just wanna hear the pages turn
We came here to learn
I want to run my finger
Softly down the spines
They’re broken but I don’t mind
The books work fine
There’s a billion vibrations crowding round my head
I know you spoke, I didn’t hear what you said
All this colour, all this noise
The confusion we call choice
I want to sit down and just avoid every single voice
And all of the books
We know we’ll never read
Are ordered alphabetically
In case there what we need