Why were we born if we have to die?
Step back and take a different look
Our lives each a very special book
beyond one cover is the sky
beyond another is the ocean
the binds the horizon, either way we look
yet the pages are our world and all that meets our eye
each page is a day, that creeps and pass by
our foot prints in time, are the letters
that form the words and lines
as we move along
the pages fill with words
only memories behind you, only blank in front of you
and the ink on your feet and your love to guide you
you make each new word and the story thats behind you
and you cant let the blank white blind you
to let another finished book become the words behind you
to become a copy of a copy that is copying you
but to add a book new to the library,
where the library is earth
to read all the books behind you,
and make a new story, that brings happiness inside you
for the next to read as they write too
to make a copy or something
beautiful and new
your writing your book, because fate chose you
your writing your book, to choose your fate
the now always creeping, *times never late