Life

The first chapter isn’t the beginning of a book.

The binding is what holds the book together, that is were we first must look.


What embraces that old manuscript?

Is it friends, family, and lovers? No its destiny, the pre-made script to existence.


After the binding comes the cover, the disguise.

The cover, hides, and protects the book. We must we always tell lies!?!


Moving along, the next part of the book is the title page.

A title page tells what the book is, or who we are.


Some of us live without that title, and our lives become shallow, just like a black hole.

The title page also holds the author’s name, or just a meaningless name that does not truly illustrate our lives’ whole.


Subsequently, the first chapter tells us of our birth, and demise.

Birth? Birth into life, or birth into death, sin, and lies?!?


Finally the rest of the stages of the book depend on how we live or life’s to the fullest.

How will you live, slow like a turtle, or as fast as a bullet?


My last few questions to you are, is life worth living? Is life not real, and designed?

When we live these insignificant lives, why must we must lie, cheat, steal and kill?


Can’t we all just live these small little portions of time peacefully, without pain?



Kinda long.... but tell me what you think, please =D