Book of Life

Picking up the lost pieces of the puzzle.
Putting bits together to form the picture.
Wondering what tomorrow holds for a future untold.

Trying not to lose hope in dreams,
set in stone for the many years to come.
Waiting in vain, in what seems like a time that never seem to arrive.

Sitting still on a chair becomes harder to accomplish,
with nothing to bury the brains at the break of dawn.

Seeking ways to reroute a dream that seem to fail.
Hiding bits of silence away from the world.
Fearing judgement like the end is near,
that failing is all that's said and done in the journey.

Succumbing in silence with endless words,
filling the empty cup to creativity.
Producing a piece of writing.
Adding to another chapter,
in the Book of Life.