An Aimless poem

Every day is a story, every life a book.
Every experience a sub plot, every chapter a hook.
Alone when we’re born, alone when we die.
The trails we walk down some narrow, some wide.
A moment of pleasure, a moment of pain.
Trust and betrayal, love and hate.
The things we scoff at, the things we appreciate.

Life is a story, an act so they say.
We play our parts and take a bow on our last day
A story is ended, a new one begins.
To be faced with more challenges, wonders and sins.
The cycle continues, end to beginning, beginning to end.

Choose to be happy, choose to cry
Choose to keep living, choose to die
Choose to walk, or take the bus
Choose to love or never to trust.

Every dream is a new world, a wonderful fantasy
A glimpse behind the curtain we’re sometimes allowed to see
The sad and the happy, new and the old.
A million stories forever untold.

What it all means, no one is to say
So many opinions, so much it could be.
Each life is a book, pages written and blank.
We make our own meaning, every story, every day.

~Zeon