So another chapter’s started
and another comes to an end.
So as the seasons come and go
I notice all the change
A newborn,
a death,
a ray of hope,
a cloud with no silver lining.
Its about this time I realize
you can't rewrite whats written.
So ends the times of fairytales
and reality takes a bite.
But dreamers still can believe
and writers can still write.
So writing another chapter
and dreaming a future dream
a newborn,
a death,
a ray of hope,
and a cloud with no silver lining.
A new chapter,
but not a new beginning.
You only get one book
the question is
is the one you write
a one worth reading.
