if i were to
write an autobiography
it would be in the form of a poem
because life cant be represented by
endless sprawling fonts
with pristine ivory pages
maybe if you took that book
and set it on fire
threw the remains in a river
and fished it out to find that
snails had taken shelter within
it could closer represent
because sometimes things get hot
just to be cooled by tears
and people find their ways to stab you
even though you see it
from sixty three miles away
so you take the remaining words
and assemble them
in whatever fashion you choose
because giving up leaves a story unfinished
and though not meaningless its close