A cage of memories

Life is a book with memories cage

Everyday spend is a page

Every lost opportunity makes me rage

Regrets of defeat are my pain

My past mistake increase my headache

My peer perfect story is what I use as a gauge

Making me feel that a lot of page I have waste

THE END is uncertain

But every flip page draw me closer to it bait

Maybe I grow old to give sage

Maybe I won't and on the way I fade

Either way I resolve that to fear I won't bail

On the remaining leaves of my tale

Like a king I must reign

Even if the end comes in the middle page

My epilogue will be the summary of a man that is made

Really life is a book with memory cage.