Sometimes I look at my life like a story on a page..
Each part being unique in its own way..
Each telling a story of the past..
Searching thru the pages to find the future of an author..
Trying to find the right ending..
Searching for the words to tell what I want to say.
Sometimes I wish I could walk away from being the author of my own life..
To have someone else take it over..
To just put it on a shelf to say..
I am done.
To say this life is complete..
This life has come to an end..