Burning the Book of Life

Some said life was a series of stepping stones
And so I walked my life on solid rocks

Some said life was a line of broken hearts
So I closed my heart in an icy cage

Some said life was the rise and fall of fame
So I killed myself in order to stay on top

Some said life was a matter or working hard
So I worked till eyes swelled and fingers ache

Some said life was nothing more than death
So I dream the day away as if not alive

Some said life was an endless path of self-discovery
And so I sit here writing this poem, bad and all