The known

A little glimpse into a year later A short sight of the promised happiness A little help from someone who knows better A companion to save me from being the only witness The story has been read all day long Each verse carrying within it the same line Although we know where the end forever belong Starting again doesn't seem to cost us a dime A book I wrote in my own words When read becomes a total mystery Even with all I have observed in people's worlds In the end the only thing known is history