Life is a series of moments and options
A collection of memories accumulated through the years
All of your happiness and sadness, smiles and tears
Whether you know it or not you wrote them down on a page
And bound them into books
Now imagine yourself in a big library filled with your books
Imagine how it feels, imagine how it looks
Your life divided into sections, dreams would be science fiction
And your ideas on a supreme deity would go under philosophy
School and all you’ve learned there, lets just call that world history
Your parents would be education, your hobbies would be recreation
Music, fine art, language and literature, law and medicine
Social and political sciences, everything has been put in
This is your life, your history, the core of what makes your soul
Now imagine someone told you, take your time
Time is the one thing not defined in this library
So what exactly do you take, what choice do you make?
Do you let your fingers pass past each book until you feel a spark
In the hopes that perhaps your time will jump out of the dark
And show you, who you are
Or will you look to the wing not yet build in the hope that the future holds a new chapter with a clear definition of who you are
Take your time, figure it out, while you do just don’t let everyone who wants to take a book from your library take one out
Because that one book that they took might just hold your time
And if it doesn’t hold a key part of your time, it at least holds a small piece of it, in this day and age people don’t respect books anymore
It’ll break your heart corrupt your mind if thats something you forget
This library of yours is as beautiful as you want it to be
And some people actually get frustrated if your library isn’t ugly
They want yours to look like theirs because they neglected their books, let dust gather in every nook and cranny because they forgot to invest the time and effort it took to make their library look appealing, so take your time
