Life’s a Book (v.2)

Life’s a book so hard to read,
No pictures inside, the words won’t bleed.
Every page is a day you’ve lived,
Write it bold—sun or shade, as fate’s gifted.

Crawling up life’s ladder, steep and cold,
Fuck the ties you’ve got—just break the mold.
Doesn’t matter the face you show,
Dream’s the compass—where it goes, you’ll go.

Stop chasing shadows, others’ rules,
Unfold your soul, let it fuel.
Flip yourself inside out, raw and true,
Sit no more—set your spirit free.

Life’s a book so hard to read,
No pictures inside, the words won’t bleed.
Every page is a day you’ve lived,
Write it bold—sun or shade, as fate’s gifted.

Give your emotions the reins, let your body move,
No room for doubts or the world’s approve.
Be the spark in the endless night,
But stay real—you’re the light.

If someone blocks your way, stand tall,
Break their neck—don’t back down at all.
This road’s yours, no room for two,
Rise up now, shatter the chains you knew.

How long will you heed the fools’ chatter?
How long self-doubt as the shackles clatter?
Excuses worn like a threadbare cloak—
Game’s over, masks off, wake the fuck up, folk!

Every tale’s got its end in sight,
You chose the path—left or right.
Scales hold two stones, dull and gray,
But one’s the rock of wisdom’s way.

Pick the other? You lose nothing true,
Just the ghost of what you’ll never know.
What could’ve been stays out of view—
Accept it, live on, let the currents flow.

Twenty-four lines, a thousand fights,
Each one packed with wrongs and rights.
Want more pages bright, not bleak?
Live past the lines you dare not seek.