As we fold each page,
It's important to note,
The past is but a whisper
Of a paragraph already told.
Pen in hand, ink dripping,
We write our future.
Scribe our dreams and hopes,
Upon the paper ledger.
Each struggle, a crease.
Each success, a chapter.
Our birth, the prologue.
The title, the cover.
Our death, the epilogue.
Das ende.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
As we fold each page,
It's important to note,
The past is but a whisper
Of a paragraph already told.
Pen in hand, ink dripping,
We write our future.
Scribe our dreams and hopes,
Upon the paper ledger.
Each struggle, a crease.
Each success, a chapter.
Our birth, the prologue.
The title, the cover.
Our death, the epilogue.
Das ende.