The book of life has been written
With my breath I fill the pages
Walking over the paper of the day
The day that already happened

I'm speaking through a whale's eyes
Stranded before the coast of fate
Amidst chunks of its life
The whale will chocke on the air

Its eye color becomes monochrome
Exhausted
A creature at the end of its life
Squirting a last, scrawny fountain

The water is trickling into the sand
Received by the surf
Carried into the ocean
All this happened already

Fog is permeating the air
My breath became darkgrey
Glimpse of the deceased whale
This is how the book of life ends