Life's a book unread, yet unfolding,
It's apparent, unsure, determined and unyielding.
Word upon word, line on line
Pages are formed, chapters brought forth
A book, unlike any before it,
Unique to each who seize it.
To those waiting for their chance,
It will come, arriving by night;
A guide to hold and lead,
Even with mysteries unsolved, it waits
For the one who will dare
To take this step of adventure.
My own story is unfinished, incomplete;
I don't know where it'll lead
But still, I look out there
To that far horizon, with hope.
Uncertainty doesn't matter, one thing's sure,
I look forward to the journey.
written: August 17, 2011
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