We're all vessels
All vessels for stories
Each with different styles of
Narration
Few make publications
While many lack
A sufficient source of sophistication
Still I continue to think that
Living by my own works
Will cause me to sink
I'll pen this saga through my perception
Release your mind
(Let your body take a ride)
Take your time
And turn the page
Oh, child, you turn those pages
Their words decreasing in size
Right before your eyes
And as you turn those pages
Content gets harder to read
Just wait and see
That these words do not define me
These pages cannot bind me
To a gospel that I've only ever skimmed
The light, oh how it blinds thee
To truths no living soul could ever see
Open the book, write down
Whatever comes to mind
Oh, child, you turn those pages
Their words decreasing in size
Right before your eyes
And as you turn those pages
The words get harder to read
Just wait and see
There's no text that conveys an absolute truth
Heed the words of the protagonist and
Disregard the prior chapters
Stained with ink of pointless doubt
When the question on our minds' is do we have the strength
To white them out
(Turn the page)
The words have yet to be written
(Turn the page)
The words have yet to be written