BOOK OF DESTINY

  I flick through the pages
Chapters, stages
The words they jumble
In this life that’s a jungle
Some of the writing jumps out at me
Some words I refuse to see
Laughter is hidden in the story
Boastful people full of glory
I close the book for a while
And put it on top of a pile
Will I return
Or will the paper I burn?
I sit in my chair with its upholstery
And it’s winged sides
Black letters pouring out
As if to shout
I won’t hide
You will come back to words that are written
Twice bitten
Smitten
You need to know
Where does the biography go?
How does it end
Happy with a friend?
Lots of time to lend
Money to spend
No time to pretend
I pour a cup of coffee
And find that book coming back to me
Open the mystery
The history
The darkness and victory
Who wrote this story?
Was it written for me?
What if I don’t want to be the hero in the book
Or the villain
Peeking through the pages
Am I still in
Featured
Is this really me?
Who bought this book?
It wasn’t me
But how did I get it?
What made me read it?
The title found me
Chapters shouted at me
I was hypnotised
Tears I have cried
Such joy I have tried
Dare I get to the end?
The final chapter, I’m now on
Really?
Is that my destiny?