I am Like a Book


I am like a book

I take my past with me

Keep my pages secret

Try and turn over

But somehow end up

Just turning back


I re-write things

And then re-read them

I can't just give up

I keep on going.


There is plenty of words

To describe who I am

But no definition

I wish now I had chosen

To be something more important

Like a dictionary

To defie things,

To know what things mean

But I have chosen wrong


And now this is the final page

My book is ending with:

The End

The End

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