If I would let you, would you re-create my mind?
It sounds like a strange question, I know.
I sometimes feel like my life is a story, One that hasn't been finished.
Every day is a new page, Every page filled with new things, Things yet to be discovered.
Keeps you up at night thinking of what the next page will be about, what is yet to happen.
The pen bleeding into the paper, Soaking it in.
Describing all that was left unknown, Now there for everyone to see.
Each chapter, Another year of my life.
This is a story that could never be read.
The public eye, It may never see.
So would you re-create my mind, maybe give this sad story a Happy Ending.