The Book
You and I know it's all written.
A book of all our futures.
We both want to find this "book"
And tear it to shreads on the floor.
We both want to tells loved ones, teachers.
When you see it like us, it's too great to ignore.
It's time. That's it.
This is what everybody wants,
But what you only get once.
If we could rewrite it, it would
Once again be "One nation under God."
People get blinded by a sight that they could
Finally see peace, and that is really what you want.
WE want to close this book and stop time,
Rewrite the book and live happily ever after,
Light candles, watch them fade,
Sit back, see what happens from our view.
But we know, we could NEVER see this book.
Whatever the therapist is jotting down,
Whatever the book beholds.
All we can do is let it happen.
Right now, in this moment, it is written.
Not just what's past, not just the future.
All you can do is let it take it's course
And be a puppet. You can do something
Great, but only if you believe it is written.
And, if you are wise, you will know
To love or hate time, or just go with the book.
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