You try and try again
But the pages keep filling themselves in
How ever much you want to change
Things will never be the same
And the pages keep filling themselves in
There’s no room to stop
With no choice but to get lost
Lost in the pages you help create
This is a book written in pen, you cannot erase
This is life and you’re only given time
Time to waste
And skip a few things
Miss a few words, misunderstand a few scenes
Get lost within the stories we all make
It’s just a big reality we all face
We’re forced to get to the end, but it’s not a race
Since the beginning, you get more pages each day
A certain amount, no extra, and none you can rip away
If you knew how much pages you had left,
How much time you had to spend
If you knew when your story would end
How differently would you begin?
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Metaphor should be a notebook, it will go.well with this and I.agree 95%.of us whould wish we started differently to get a better ending or story
If I new the end of my story, then it will be emotionless… I mean, I wish I knew a lot of things on my future, but never how it ends, because when you know that you can’t change it then the depression will be huge, at least in my case.
Really good!
thank you and I edited the end of it instead of saying “how your story will end,” it says “when yours will end” just to bring back the emotion i was trying to portray lol thanks
Thats true