Stories

I'm done now I'm finished with life but I'm not going to die

I have so many places I will never go so much life I'm not going to live 

Then it's life was chosen to go on mine ended now I wait for it 

my waterfall

Be careful when you ask for a story for soon I'm going to run out 

I don't make stories any more I don't go out and live as I used to now days mostly I cling to the handrail living safely inside my line 

Yes my dear I will tell you a story but beware it may be the last I will tell