Life...

Fleeting.

Futile.
Faltering.

Fatal.
Fading.

Final.

 

There is no make up test. No do over.

No backspace. No whiteout.

No edit.

 

Once you turn the page, you can't go back.

The ending will always be the same.

However...

Life is a brilliant unfinished manuscript.
 
(I've just had writer's block for twenty years.)