"I want you to wake up and open your eyes,"
the book screamed at me from unfeeling, unsympathetic pages.
I put it back and selected another from the shelf.
"How to take control of your life today," it offered unhelpfully,
another gimmick just like the rest,
all just generic quackery posing as true guidance
so I put down every book I'd picked up from the section
and wandered across the streets.
Soon enough, I followed the North Star
to my home, where I truly belong