Dusting off
Years of neglect and cobwebs
From a rare encyclopedia set
Sparsely read but cherished all the same
Its pages are surprisingly an unmistakable Shade of ivory

Eye catching
Considering the abuse and elements
It has been forced to withstand
Should look more well loved at this stage
An act of rebellion
Proclaiming proudly
That its purpose lies beyond hidden display
More than a dust collector on a musty storage

Such advanced level of vanity
For a non-sentient object
It sends a clear telepathic message to me
"It is my duty to remain pristine, for one day
I will grace the bookshelf of a person on the upper echelon of society."

Could not help the chuckle
That escaped my mouth so automatically
Ambitious, aren't we?
Fine line between ambition and delusion
Dear one
Toeing the line
Would be kind to advise thee not to cross the border
Be mindful of the difference
So that it can be astutely detected early

Perhaps I should don my polished glasses
Could've sworn I saw their covers
Glisten more brightly in response
As if it could hear or opine

Another telepathic communication trespasses my mind again
Should I start charging a toll fee for these unwelcomed visits?
"Thou preoccupy yourself far too much with aesthetics.
Remember well,
I hold humanity's treasure inside
My pages are the prophets for future generations
Without me,
Your kind would be doomed to fade
Into obscurity.

With every acquaintances that dies
A piece of your existence dies
Because they will no longer
Be able to spread the memories you were a part of
They...