My palms are facing up
My fingertips reach toward the heavens
Open like a book
My life story can be read
Flipping through the pages
Treasures unfold
A life undiscovered
With mystery Intrigue
Filling in gaps
And finding traps
Hidden doors
Leading nowhere
Bookcases with rooms behind them
What kind of life was this
Secretive
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
My palms are facing up
My fingertips reach toward the heavens
Open like a book
My life story can be read
Flipping through the pages
Treasures unfold
A life undiscovered
With mystery Intrigue
Filling in gaps
And finding traps
Hidden doors
Leading nowhere
Bookcases with rooms behind them
What kind of life was this
Secretive
