If life was a mystery novel~~~~

What if life was a mystery novel
And we, mere characters,
We fill its pages with our quests,
Our everyday toils,
Our desires, our dreams,
Our ambitions, our secret yearnings,
Our hidden crimes, our obsessions?

Pray, if life was a mystery novel
Having as aim, the solving of our own puzzle
And bringing us to the solution
As subtly as it can
By having us go through our transitions
Our phases, our moods,
Our aging, so that the mystery unfolds
The moment we realize our true nature
The moment we close our eyes to this world
The moment we shed off our skin
And fly, like Tinker Bell,
To the land of the great Pan,
Where meant we are to enjoy our existence,
As long as Existence itself
Would be?

Why, if life was a mystery novel
I would certainly choose to be a tragic heroine
One who makes of herself a mystery
Aiming to have others read me
And conclude about me
Till I do reach my grand awakening!

Pray, a mystery novel, a tragic heroine,
Going about my many steps
By slowly waltzing in solo
To the sweets tunes of the flute
Dancing and uncovering the puzzles of life
As easily as does a juggler
When performing for the nth time at a Broadway Show!

Pray, if life was a mystery novel,
I would have surely chosen it to be
One imbibed with adventure on the one hand
And love on the other
All trapped in a snow globe
Which would get shaken, from time to time
By the one hand which rules us all
Meaning to have us immersed in our duties
So that we do get to appreciate its power!

Why, life, lived thus,
Would weigh lightly on our souls,
Life, lived thus,
Is sure to have a happy ending!