Still to be written

[cirne]

Still to be written

Life is like a book
with endless stories
A choose your own adventure
With endless glory
Or so it seems at the best of times
But me, my life
Is not so fine

My book, my life
A horror story
Each path taken
The choice destroying

A glimmer of hope
A smile or two
Crumpled before it reaches noon

Now I tell you
The life I lead
Is one of heartbreak
And thus I bleed

I try and try
To change my words
My path
My choice
Not set in stone

But each good deed
Each kind thing
Disappears so suddenly

Life they say is worth living
But my life
My story
Is unforgiving

Maybe just maybe I see it through
And maybe just maybe I’ll smile too
I’ll get past the troubling times
And finally see the other side

—Cirne—24/8/21—


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