Book of Life

Can we write our own story? Are we doing it now without noticing?

The book of life.
It is real.
A babies first cry is the spine
And our name
Is the title.

From there, chapters are formed.
Chapter 3,
‘I just ate a bug’.
Chapter 9;
‘My first cellphone’.
Chapter 17;
‘Society sucks.’

The book cover
Always changes.
Black
Grey
Orange.

Some books last years
Some books last months
Some books form
But do not have
A stable spine.

Though books end,
They have epilogues.
No one knows what is past this
Epilogue.
Only when
Ones story
Ends.

The End.