Pages of poison oak Ordered numerical Opaque unless Opened and read In context of Whatever i've become What life held On a bookshelf And every book on that shelf Is a tale my life will tell All i know is it starts and it ends And every step that i take Is a footprint on display that just Can't be erased And i can't make sense of it Turn the page And watch me walk away On a paper trail From where everything stays The same Worn to the spine i take Measure to illustrate How wide my view May it relate to you In sequence of What we've become