Storybook

To tell a story is a glorious feat,
but living it is far better.
But perhaps the most prestigious role is
writing one,
planning every word and character
to the point that they are perfected,
and hard to tear down.
Because as a writer,
there is no chance as if
you were a character,
and there is no fame as if a bard.
Being a writer means being right and wrong,
and creating an art.

I am a writer,
and I have written my end.
Delicately I wrote it,
so for the reader it might make sense
I did not write the story that leads to this path,
why bother when this is the ultimate answer.
I leave out why it ends this way,
and leave out description.
You see, the page is blank.
I have written my end for eager eyes,
millions and millions of times,
and none can see what the page bears,
no characters, no signs.
Because to unknowing eyes, there is nothing there.

But you know better, don't you?
Because I wrote the end,
the end of all time.
And left the page for you to read.
Read, read between the lines.
And you my friend might see...
How this story closes,
with the end of me.

I wrote my end, and hand you the pen,
so you...
might end it for me.
Tell me what you see,
write it on this page.
for I have written too many things
that easily could indicate the end of me.
Tell me...
How will I cease to be,
and how will this page be filled?
I wrote the end and ask you now...

tell me what you read.