It's like closing a book or starting a new chapter
As my finger tips glide across the words and flip page after page
Trying to memorize the thoughts, dialogues, descriptions
Cherishing those memories that have passed
Because life doesn't have a remote controller
Can't Fastword bullshit, Rewind and Play the good times
Some pages are looked over without a care, then revisited later on
Regret isn't in the glossary; Lessons are found in each chapter
Now and then, a paper cut is needed, blood is spilt
Keeps me focused on what is in front of me
Sooner or later, way too soon, this book will close
Kept away in a small dusty corner
To be revisited again
Because those stories are me
All of the adventures that I've gone through
Thick and thin, alone or together
Hopefully unforgetful
These long years beat me down
And brought me back up
What will the years to come do to me next?