life is a mystery, simple yet deep,
life is a story, many things i still need to reap,
life is a book yet waiting to be read......stories are long yet completetly not set.
the stage is ready but i am not
my part is written but not for me play;
like is a play but what am i to say
not for me to ponder yet i am not ready to act
play is for me is sorrow but yet my is written
but i am not ready.
My days are busy and completely lost i need a break from my daily routine or i am gonna scream.