Books and Life

Whenever I finish a book
My world falls to pieces
No more pages to turn
No more secrets to be revealed

Only my boring life is left behind
A life without secrets
A life without pages
No adventure

Sometimes I wish my life was a book
Where everything had already happened
A part of me, yet far away.
But life isn't that simple

You have to live life
But it would be easier to just turn the pages
However, what kind of life would that be?