The bookends of my life are books themselves My days are represented on my shelves I wrote a few and others wrote the rest I journey here across the universe I write and read and think of life as quest As drama we never get to rehearse As wandering and searching for the best To treasure here if I find it someday Then leave behind me when I go away My moments moving forward in reverse
When I go it might not be very far That is if I ever go anywhere I see out my window a small blue star And if it would have me I could go there But this is where I am where I belong I feel like I exist when I am here My heart is quiet and my love is strong To have the bookends of my life so near That I remember everything between What was and what is and what might have been