Nights and days are just pages you
Open in me with every step you make.
There’s no way of telling if I’ll be
Everything you’ve ever wanted.
Between dreams & nightmares I am an
Open or closed book, an original or a copy depending
On you, but good or bad according to others who
Keep track of the notes you choose to write in me.
Reason isn’t my favorite ink for my pages vary
Every now & then in weight & content as per your
Apathy or affection to things that seem to share
Lanes or lores on my lines depending on your vibes.
Imagination & experience color my pages with your goals.
Trials & losses wash them out or tear them as per your falls.
Yesterday & tomorrow are just my margins or spaces.
Come what may I am you at play.
How many or few are my pages define your
End or longevity for I am your life
Cut short or prolonged whether you
Keep me to yourself or
Share me with others.
Acrostic spelling : Notebook Reality Checks