All This To Say

All this to say,

Our future is a blank page

That we chose to pour ourselves into

When God pressed play.

And we'll drag our pens

Into these parallel lines

To record and to articulate

Everything we find.

As decades unlace,

We'll pause and carefully trace;

Our shadows are puddles of ink

That our memory saves.

Layer by layer, the framework was formed

On an epic of paper:

We breathe to explore.

Fast-forward motion

Will gracefully show

The flickering story

That all of our sketches unfold.

Before we were born

God gently told us the truth,

But understanding is something that stops

As our bodies bruise.

So we'll concentrate,

Constantly rewinding tapes.

Was the ghost just a glare on the lens

That our minds create?

Our minds create...

When God pressed play.

Layer by layer, the framework was formed

On an epic of paper:

We breathe to explore.

And fast-forward motion

Will gracefully show

The flickering story

That all of our sketches unfold.