Life Like a Book
We all are made aware of the inevitable from an early age
Like a good book there is a beginning, a middle and an end
Beginnings are new, exciting, an adventure.
In the middle we navigate each pages with the occasional twist
As we feel the pages in our right hand slowly depleting
We deny that the story could ever end
We insist there is a sequel, an explanation to this inevitable demise
Instead we are left with blank pages and a chapter
that can only be written by the omniscient fingers behind the keyboard
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