All This To Say

All this to say,our future is a blank pagethat we chose to pour ourselves intowhen God pressed play.And we'll drag our pensinto these parallel linesto record and to articulateeverything we find.As decades unlace,we'll pause and carefully trace;our shadows are puddles of inkthat our memory saves.Layer by layer, the framework was formedon an epic of paper:we breathe to explore.Fast-forward motionwill gracefully showthe flickering storythat all of our sketches unfold.Before we were bornGod gently told us the truth,but understanding is something that stopsas our bodies bruise.So we'll concentrate,constantly rewinding tapes.Was the ghost just a glare on the lensthat our minds create?our minds create...when God pressed play.Layer by layer, the framework was formedon an epic of paper:we breathe to explore.And fast-forward motionwill gracefully showthe flickering storythat all of our sketches unfold.