My life is but an open book,
nothing to hide,
no secrets to be revealed.
I am upfront and foward,
I don't lie.
I will be honest.
My book is open for all to read,
whenever they please,
or whenever they don't.
My life is clear and average.
It is predictable and cliche,
I will admit.
The future however, for me,
is unclear and mysterious.
This book is closed.
No one has read it,
not even myself.
This book is closed.
One day it will be opened though,
and that is the day I fear most.
But for now,
this book is closed.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
My life is but an open book,
nothing to hide,
no secrets to be revealed.
I am upfront and foward,
I don't lie.
I will be honest.
My book is open for all to read,
whenever they please,
or whenever they don't.
My life is clear and average.
It is predictable and cliche,
I will admit.
The future however, for me,
is unclear and mysterious.
This book is closed.
No one has read it,
not even myself.
This book is closed.
One day it will be opened though,
and that is the day I fear most.
But for now,
this book is closed.
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