Everyday is a new page
That needs to be turned
Sometimes the winds of
Change do the turning to
The pages of your life
Without permission
Without as much as a question
To how you'd feel about it
The page is just flipped after
You fall off to sleep and
Awake on a new page at
The top of the day...
The main character is the same
Dramatic structure doesn't change so
The exposition is exposing you
To the world again and again...
The topography of this page ends
Another chapter you hadn't intended to
Begin... and then the blank page begins to
Beckon whilst you lay your head down
On the dirty pillow case covering your
Clean from tears cleaning it pillow
It's all too much... the quickness with
Which the pages of your life keep turning
You try to jump off the page and turn back
A few chapters - but alas, poor lass -
This can never be - you are not free to turn
The pages back... just scribble upon them
The dreams and nightmares that can't be
Controlled either.
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