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 sketces unfold
Before we were born
God gently told us the truth
But understanding is something that stops
As our bodies bruise