Between Finals

Life's Quiet Pages

I walked through a bookstore
Slowly down each aisle, I glanced
And couldn't see beyond the titles
Whether I couldn't see or didn't read doesn't matter
I kept their voices silent
Wondering what might be behind those pages
I have yet to write in my life

Here’s what would be within them:
Started out by staying out late last night
Eating out on borrowed credit,
Watching someone else’s picture move about on cue
Slept till the early afternoon
Studied for a second
Thought about the girl last night
Hoped she'd give me that look once more-
Summary: Living nothing but a nighttime hope
And a daytime sleep

And so I kept on walking down the aisle
Someone asked once, who reads an American novel?
I would ask, who reads anything at all?
Someone else can play the music
I'll see the motion picture when I please
And hear someone else tell their travel story
"This one time" with, "Remember when" again and again
Rewind and play, my life is on repeat