I used to read for hours,
Now, I labor over verse:
Long reading made better, while
Short writing’s made me worse

My habit of soliloquy
Now crystalized in form;
As days spent locked within myself
Have fast become the norm

Instead of how it used to be,
As I would roam from here,
Through pages writ by authors
Young and old, both far and near

So reading bade my mind take flight,
While writing keeps it anchored;
The first, a type of cleansing show’r;
The latter, more a tankard

But like a drinker with his cup,
It’s hard for me to stop:
My reading time and writing time,
I wish that I
Could swap