All This to Say - Sleeping At Last

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

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