This book that I had, I forget the name now,
But it was yellow and blue and a thousand pages
And one day I opened it somewhere in the middle
And the words were like dust in the night

“Life and death are the same” on page 517,
“But one is longer and deeper and so much more cruel”
I slammed the book shut and went outside
And the planets and stars looked away

You wake up one day and you look at your life
And you wonder “What keeps me from falling?”
But there is no connection, there is no quick fix,
There’s only a name on a flat slab of stone

I couldn’t accept it -- I opened the book:
“If it makes any difference, you can’t change a thing,
It never gets easier, it never makes sense”
Advice from the top of page 833

“Fiction!” I whispered, it couldn’t be true
A life is a thing that won’t fit in a book,
Too big and too wide and too hard to pin down
But I never did read the last page....

Lex that was awesome and really hit home man at times do we really want
to read the last page for most of the time we don't want to admit the
road our lives have taken very good really did enjoy this one and almost
missed it

Wow...makes one think...

Hey SCG .

Great thought to ponder

i think the last stanza is my favorite