Scroll to be Written

I open myself like a book,
where the pages are in pencil.
You are always allowed to look,
But work’s done in stencil.

It stays this way for now,
Because of the damage done.
Take pen I do allow,
And write the things left undone.

Many don’t bother flipping through,
While some only read a few lines.
You may ‘ave heard of something new,
There’s hidden things of all kinds.

I wish that you would keep reading on,
But currently your occupied.
You’ve seen other’s pictures drawn,
For that I am a bit petrified.

Maybe someday you will find,
Just what you’re looking for.
Until then keep it defined,
As you on and explore.