Story of my life

I'm seeing lines
In the mirror
They tell of times
I can't remember
Life time of lines
Tell each story on my face
The tales may be forgotten
But these lines; I can't erase.

It's a strange thing
When silence brings
You to wondering
Have the days gone by
Just slipped right by
Without noticing
Time was drawing lines
With all my history
Keeping place across my face

I'm too young to be old
I'm too bold to be wise
 But it's written 'round my eyes
I'm starting to realize
The age that's on my face
Scripted lines I could retrace
The story of my life

I've got more time
To write more lines
A million stories left to make

I'm too young to be old
I'm too bold to be wise
But I'm starting to realize
The story of my life


This one is still in the making....haven't decided the chorus but I thought it was worth sharing