The story starts when you're Alone
And all your rights are wrong.
When everyone is pushed away
So your focus is you.
Because you saw the look on Their Faces
And how they began to act.
So they're gone for good.
The book opens when you close;
The book opened for me when I Was so close.
Close to the edge.
I wrote my own thoughts down
And I looked at myself from Above.
Who was I becoming?
Who was I before?
So I stayed up late one night
And I had to write everything Down.
Whether it made sense at the Time
Or not.
So maybe
One day,
I could read it again.
And I would write the outro.
