What a Book Meant

I open the book with a crack,
And the world slowed and blurred,
A shiver danced along my back,
As my eyes dart from word to word.
There was no way to explain,
What a book meant,
The knowledge you could gain,
With just a single day spent.
You traveled into a far away land,
A different world, a different time
It’s not like I had this planned,
It’s not like it’s a crime.
It’s like a peaceful vacation,
Hurry, there’s no need for an invitation.