Novel Ideas

My mind is like a book that's still pending

A cyclical series of events that are never-ending
I try to rip out pages i don't like, despite
the knowledge that the edges of those moments
will never not be there, tattered
The fact of the matter
is the words written no longer fit into
my idea of myself

I change the plots, characters and settings

without letting myself get to know my own story
Every new page appears over-rated, out-dated, anticipated
Uninteresting and too complicated

I change the lesson of each chapter

so that when all is said and done
There's a happily ever after
Distracted by my own laughter,
I dogear a page I will never get back to
Because I've already lost my place