Too little, too broad just like the wind
Widely open like a window and tightly closed
There to embrace and to deny
To take you high and back to bottom
Life
Takes us through many pages
Many chapters and blank spaces
Confusing endings with unexpected beginnings
Surprising twists yet wonder’s bits
Gives and takes away at the same time
Leaves us behind for us to feel lost
Then drags us along when we have nowhere else to run
That keeps flowing through…
Just like the soft paper between our fingertips
Like the whisper on top of our lips
Like the imagination that’s inside of us
Confusing painfully…
Too calm, too quite
Shallow and naïve
The depth that’s not seen
That invisible ink that doesn’t catch the eye
Yet blots on soft paper
That will always remain…
Life’s a bunch of pages written here and there incomplete
Leaving us to fill the blanks put the pages back together
Whatever the way we like… giving us a choice to make our own story
As we move on…
(c) 2013 Adrian De Silva
