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.