What activities do you lose yourself in?

The world shrinks, pages bloom,
A whispered voice, a shadowed room.
No clock ticks, no street’s harsh call,
Just ink and dreams, I give my all.

Through forest deep, or city’s gleam,
I walk a life, a waking dream.
Lost to now, and here, and sight,
Bathed in story’s endless light.

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