What is the Face of the Book?

Are you creating this thought for your self?

Are things you do, fraught of your self?

Are you doing this because you like it?

Are you? No stop, pause, go write shit.

Are you taking this picture for yourself?

Is this life or just fiction of yourself?

And is this your face in the book?

Is it even the true base? You're a crook!

Maybe it is just not you. And maybe it is us.

What do they make us do? Like lazy in a bus.

We don't move but the move gets above.

Do we lose? Or improve? It is tough!

It is life but just the face in the book.

It is rife in the maze on the hook.

The world becomes a trace with no nook.

--Friedrich F. Grott--