As i stood in the middle, 
with only a pen to hold.
I was finding for the paper,
where my feelings would be thrown.

But all that was in view,
was only the past. 
The present never in sight, 
infact it never last.

As i reminisce on something, 
that i never had.
I'm seeking for answers,
to the questions asked.

But there's nothing in this book,
to help me understand,
the journey of my life,
and how it will end.