Sometimes I wonder,
What those people do,
Those silly people in stories,
The choices they make,
Can confuse me so,
Or give me a dose,
Of boredom.
But why do the authors
Decide
That the choices
The characters make
Are real.
But when and if
I ask why
Pray, tell me.
So I can rest my
Ever anxious thoughts
If only,
Just for a while.
A/N: Yes, this is kind of strange (and out of context). However, I wanted to do a somewhat abstract piece relating, not only, to books Susan is reading, but also, how her story isn't turning out how she wanted.