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?
Tjat 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.
