A Memory of Something Yet to Come

seems funny how life unfolds like a book past cannot be forgotten or even left behind it is written in stone there is no changing that future is still a blank rock awaiting scripture to carve it more is still to come next breath turns the page wonder how can one write their novel? or maybe just finish what is is that blank slate set to be? scripted for the actor play out your part or are the words a mere suggestion? unfinished sentences ad-lib the missing phrases define your construction in the end appreciated for what you were remembered by those you touched never done until the cover is closed before you're boxed, dropped collecting dust decay, fade from memory sits on the shelf with all the rest damnation, redemption a sequel to the plot do you start again?