PAGES

Someone said life is a book

We can keep it locked or open it to everyone

As I look onto the book of my life

I find pages of different types

Pages tell a story

some pages date back to my childhood

Glittered by the colorful pens

written with joy and innocence

I see my troubled youth

Blacked with curiosity,confusion,miseries...

They also had some scented pages

of my loves,experiences and chances

I found some torn pages

May be i tore them away

to get rid of some life

But it has a way of keep coming back

The words fade

The ink is drying

I wonder if i have more pages to write

unwritten pages give me hope

May be i'd write 'em differently

or may be i'd let someone else to write 'em for me

as i close my book

and hide it all behind a Happy and Shiny cover