I'm like the books I read
The songs I listen to
The places I travel
Ever expanding
Never ending
Full of hope
And mystery
And secrets of her own
Maybe hiding here and there
A few of others too
Doesn't mean you can read in me in numbered pages
Bookmarked and come back to, later
Or fast forward and listen to your favorite part again and again
Or scribble onto over the bark of a tree for to help trace you back your trail
No.
I'm the unaccounted stack of books
That you've read till date
That song of the 90s maybe
Playing on the radio after long
Bringing back a smile on your face
The place you've not been to in a while
And walking up to it again takes your breath away.

I'm the hope that keeps you alive
That one day, some day
It'll all make sense.