You’re the paper, not the chase
You’re the flowers, not the vase
You’re the picture, not the frame
You’re the person, not the name
You’re the personality, not the face
Your thoughts can be erased
Everything that society has taught you,
Doesn’t have a place
If only you knew it was more to life
Than the lifestyle and social media fame
But it’s not your fault, it’s society’s blame
You’re the build, and not the likes
You’re the wrong and you’re the rights
Don’t try to rewrite it, just note it and continue to write
For this Book of Life, is not meant to be written perfectly
Some chapters hold depth more than others, some shallow, despite
But through each line and word is your story to fight
And who you add to the chapter is your choice to sight
It cannot be rewritten, so when you decide—do what’s right
Some will hold more weight than others, and others—won’t quite
Some pages will be hard to read and others will be polite
They always say “read between the lines”, but what they won’t tell you is if you’ll have to recite
For the things that you write, are not always right
Because some text, you’ll have to answer to by the One who holds the light
The One who holds the pen, the One who sits upright
So before you finish the passage, rethink the next words
For it is He that has written and to Him, you must serve
