Story, is what we are, is what there is
We are simple, we are tricky
We have our words, we have our twists

We are joy, we are sorrow,
We are a chaos, we are peace,
We are the evil that chills our heart,
We are the love that warms our soul,

We entangle, our plots collide,
For a second or for a lifetime,
We write, and are written about

A great narrative; we all weave into,
like stars in the eternal sky,
It stretches on, horizon to horizon,
Without a beginning, with no end in sight

Though we all take a hiatus, we never stop,
In another time, with a different pen
The story goes on..