The wonder I do see,
as I glance upon the sea,
the reflection telling stories,
as it does look back at me.
My image it has captured,
and tales it’s tossed about.
I want to read the story,
to dispel this aching doubt.
Is it full of love, and beauty,
or tainted with selfishness?
Is it someone you’d be proud of,
or cause your heart distress?
History has been written,
the past is cast in stone,
the story’s already been published,
Is it something you do own?
Future chapters await,
it’s your chance to make anew.
Any flaws that pained your eye,
rewrite to be brand new.