Meta being

If I can read I can write does this mean I must tell stories or record things like my piece of time 
is my life this far worthy the ink of a readers fixed eyes 
   Have I found good in my youth as I look back to the fine prints 
     Life’s walk to remember to this point so far lived 
   With I have interesting enough qualified events 
  Or better off exaggerating my words to a life of invent 
    Made up from a past look the travel of memory in motion I. Times bends 
     Or thoughts of times less 
a new story writ now imagination becomes memories lie but bed
     What choice makes bed future sense 
  A fairytale bringing thoughts truly a bigger but is It the better picture 
      Minds lift to inward then ex’s pressed moments 
  Lived thru minds creative fictions
   Or the minds drive creative by nature’s design to roll past true so write the steps once until now only mine 
    My story in its unfold is how it’s best told 
  So why kill the facts
todays man and the steps that lead this aftermath 
    If it’s mine a home made with more ink less blood to live life with contract but a handshake trust 
      Then it’s inspiration where I went wrong that brings the elective touches 
   A period write to release what we all bottle up inside 
    Common needs to breach the reach to those who we know will get what there about to read 
   Until lifers blog Mets writers block 
the mental to meta physics in kind on after off then off pause 
       Tell our individual tails and what comes after what was 
   Give other a glance at life’s many cuts 
   More choice exposed to a sweeter here so in 
  Avoiding all that walk with no true resolve until bitters end