You don't remember turning the pages
or, landing on the milestones
all the roads, and darkened alleys that you've run,
perhaps walked,
hitch hiked -- or, driven
the pages you've dreamed
or, written
some of the rooms you've entered
were in darkness, and some in light
some of the rooms
you flew into --
while you dreamed at night.
Right now you find yourself
in the middle
between black, and white
much like the grey in life
today,
used to be yesterday
yesterday was last week
last week was last month
last month was last year
now you find yourself
exactly,
here
in the middle
reflecting upon
a life in pages
with many more chapters to write
filling them up
without grey
everyday
embracing
adventure, laughter, and love --
a bright yellow sun shines above
while you sail around the world
writing the rest of your life in pages
with every color of the rainbow.