Closed Book ~my enigma

A labyrinth begins from birth till death
And so we all have this book to write in;
In between the lines I found all the parts,
Pieces and parcels of roads or helpings
That drew the art, built my mind and story,
Herein laid the bricks to make my wishes
A sovereign block in obfuscated lanes
That I drove or was driven by desires,
Waking in the mornings passing till dusk
Showed this person was more than math sums
And abridges of the hours in a day.