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
That 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