It's just a story

It's just a book, it's just a story, it's just another fantasy
Really? Is it 'just' a any of these? And could it ever be?
Would you say then it's just white powder or dried leaves
as your head talks to you in unrehearsed recitatives?
When it draws you in into a world of its own fine making
that leaves traces, colours your world in all your waking?

Really? Would you really dare to use 'just' in front of it?
Even when it dictates most of whatever wit you see fit?
Come on, there are good trips and there are bad ones
and sure, maybe not all of them might move you by tons.
But still, 'just' can just not be an adjective for any story.
'just' is just too lazy a word to fit its everlasting glory

The narratives might change and their powers might vary;
it could whisk you to a violent hell or to lands of the faery;
might leave a lasting burn or dab of tears in your eyes;
could give you the power to listen to all the unheard cries;
might bring you a placid peace in your ever-churning mind;
it could colour your judgements and then leave you blind;

Well, the point is, it is too powerful, don't offend it with "just",
for, it can inflict anywhere from sincere guilt to playful lust,
can take you from peaceful meadows to churning storms,
and show you sense in gullible rituals to university dorms,
It can paint an epic battle - of fire, of death and of fiery beasts
or on a milder note, bring you to dance in some merry feasts

It weaves complex realities from the surreal abstractions --
of love, of conflicts, of anticipations, of grief, of abductions,
of crimes, of benevolence, of power, of ego, of surrenders,
of science, of magic and several worlds of varied wonders.
It can stir up agony, apathy, anguish, adversity and acrimony
or caress you timidly to a vivid, blossoming blissful harmony

It can softly melt the boundary between truth and deception,
and blurs the borders separating growth from depreciation,
and smooths the contrast between the black and white,
and it can even obscure the disparity amid love and fight.
Such are the endowments of that 'just' yet another tale
well, maybe, it is 'just' that little gale you need on your sail.