Book of time

Well, if only time were a book.

Isn't time but a book of pages
the beginning, end with secrets bound
For each one there's a volume written
yet for each many copies found

Be interesting to flip through pages
and simply watch your life unfold
But can one change what was written?
or insert a new one into the fold

OR Perhaps your volume one of many
at each page turn, one gets to choose
your story has no beginning or ending
and for generations it will confuse.

The End

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