Life is an unfinished novel,
full of misspelled sentences, scribbles, and smudges.
Everyday a new page is turned,
a new adventure revealed.
These pages are filled,
with what forms each and every human
into who they truly are.
Every memory and situation,
written out for the world to see.
This book is not meant to be plagiarized,
nor copied from in any way.
This novel is so real,
living, breathing evidence of the greatness of life.
There's no specific plot to follow,
no concept to grasp.
Many conflicts rise,
themes expressed in manners so emotional.
Writer's block is evident,
seen by many, but accepted by few.
Maybe no one will venture in,
to become a part of this book.
Yet again,
many people do.