One Story

One story,
Made of many,
Different starts,
And different ends.
And we navigate it blindly,
Lead the way,
Or follow friends.
And our stories
Are united by the paths
That we traverse,
And they branch
Or they meander
Or end suddenly
(that’s worse)
But life’s story’s
Made of all of these,
And even when it’s sad,
Then these stories come together,
And tell a whole truth,
That’s not bad,
It has good bits,
It has bad bits,
But bits that are the best,
Are the bits where when I say the words,
And stop, you know the rest..